This man held a little boy's hand. They came one morning, standing in front of my little girl's door right before she left the hut. After a long pause between three of them, together they walked to the riverbank and sat. My girl saw that even in when they are sitting, the man didn't release his hand from the boy's hand.
I don't really know how they communicated. The girl had never seen people until some times ago. Thus I believe that she also had no skill to talk to other people. But hey, they did communicate.
In one way or another, my girl knew that the man could not release his hand from this boy. Both had been together since they were babies. As time went by, the man grew bigger and older, but the boy stayed small and young.
The girl liked them. When she first saw the woman with the horse, she was hypnotised by her beauty. However, when the woman came towards the girl, she suddenly felt the feeling of fear, so she ran away and hide within the forest. But the feeling was different when she met these guys. She was shocked to see them in front of her door, but later she felt comfort.
So they spent the rest of the day together in the riverbank, playing with water. Before the sun went down, the girl showed her new friends the red stone she owned.
The boy played with the stone. He threw it up and caught it. Once a while he looked right through the heart of the stone, wondering what was inside.
'It is beautiful,' said the man.
'Yes, as you see it,' answered the girl.
'But it is not yours,' the man continued.
His last words slammed her. She replayed everything had happened, the story of how she got the stone. The stone was hers! Everyday she found things in the forest, in the river, and everything she took was hers. Then the stone was hers, as she took it from the ground just like other things she had ever taken.
'It IS mine,' the girl emphasised, 'and who you are coming and pretend knowing everything.'
Then the man started telling his story, 'It WAS mine. I know a woman and I gave her this stone to her so she could keep it for me while I'm not around her. So I have come back, met her and asked my stone, but she said that she lost it.'
The girl listened to his story.
'I've been looking for it since that day, until I found your hut and realised that someone lives inside. Once I saw you, I knew that you were with the stone.'
'What do you want?'
'Take what is mine back.'
So that was all that happened. My girl gave the stone to the rightful owner without too much asking. She cried a lot. The man and the boy, carrying the stone, left without any farewell.
I don't really know how they communicated. The girl had never seen people until some times ago. Thus I believe that she also had no skill to talk to other people. But hey, they did communicate.
In one way or another, my girl knew that the man could not release his hand from this boy. Both had been together since they were babies. As time went by, the man grew bigger and older, but the boy stayed small and young.
The girl liked them. When she first saw the woman with the horse, she was hypnotised by her beauty. However, when the woman came towards the girl, she suddenly felt the feeling of fear, so she ran away and hide within the forest. But the feeling was different when she met these guys. She was shocked to see them in front of her door, but later she felt comfort.
So they spent the rest of the day together in the riverbank, playing with water. Before the sun went down, the girl showed her new friends the red stone she owned.
The boy played with the stone. He threw it up and caught it. Once a while he looked right through the heart of the stone, wondering what was inside.
'It is beautiful,' said the man.
'Yes, as you see it,' answered the girl.
'But it is not yours,' the man continued.
His last words slammed her. She replayed everything had happened, the story of how she got the stone. The stone was hers! Everyday she found things in the forest, in the river, and everything she took was hers. Then the stone was hers, as she took it from the ground just like other things she had ever taken.
'It IS mine,' the girl emphasised, 'and who you are coming and pretend knowing everything.'
Then the man started telling his story, 'It WAS mine. I know a woman and I gave her this stone to her so she could keep it for me while I'm not around her. So I have come back, met her and asked my stone, but she said that she lost it.'
The girl listened to his story.
'I've been looking for it since that day, until I found your hut and realised that someone lives inside. Once I saw you, I knew that you were with the stone.'
'What do you want?'
'Take what is mine back.'
So that was all that happened. My girl gave the stone to the rightful owner without too much asking. She cried a lot. The man and the boy, carrying the stone, left without any farewell.
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