A Poem Like You

𝄞Rhyme

24th December, 1995

"Do you have some more food?" At Angel's plea Kiaan thought about what best could he bring out at this hour.

"Would you like some peanut butter, jam and bread?"

"Is that your favourite?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well I have never had one before, so if you say it's your favourite, I'll have the same."

Kiaan for some reason found this quite strange. He had to ask, "Why do you trust my taste? It could taste horrible and you might not even like it."

The boy in front of him was not deterred and instead counter asked, "Does it taste bad?"

"Nope."

"There you go. For some reason you don't seem to be a person who would harm others and I can be very good judge of people around me. My instincts says I should trust you."

"For a kid my age, you sure do talk like an adult."

"Become my friend and you'll learn more about me."

"Oh! What's the first thing I'd learn about you?" Kiaan had to challenge him, but Angel was far more quick and smarter, "That you should never keep me waiting. Now where is my peanut butter, jam and bread?"

Laughing at the boy's impatience, Kiaan quietly snuck back into his house, so as to not disturb his parents and lucky for him, they seemed to be minding their own business. On his way out, Kiaan thought he would be undetected, but he was caught and luckily it was just by Indigo.

Together they crawled back into the barn where Indigo first trotted towards the stranger and then growled a bit. The scent was familiar of the thief who kept stealing his food.

"Indigo!"

With a warning from his friend, Indigo did back down but continued keeping vigil. If this kid would threaten Kiaan, then all bets are off. What he didn't expect was that the thief would tear half portion of his food and place it in front of him.

Kiaan was surprised too. Never did he anticipate a starving soul to feed another, but Angel wasn't like a normal person, to Kiaan; he already seemed special.

"I am sorry. Shouldn't have stole your food. Here, you can have some from mine." He watched carefully as the dog came closer. This time he did not growl, rather licked his fingers and came close enough to sniff and detect him to be friendly. With now the acquaintances made, Angel scoffed the remaining food and even though he was hungry, he didn't dare ask for more. The boy was already kind enough and one wouldn't do good by using another's magnanimity.

"Do you live nearby?" Kiaan enquired and Angel was perplexed as to how should he answer this question.

"Close by." The answer was vague.

"Won't your parents be searching for you?"

That question hurt Angel; but placing a brave face he answered, "Not really. They're busy." Not total lie.

"Do you want to go back home?"

Angel was quiet. He didn't want to go back to that place.

"Well you can stay here if you want. My dad can drop you off at your home tomorrow." At that option Angel wanted to be hopeful.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, but then I can't take you back to my place. Mom and dad always keep saying that I shouldn't let strangers into our house."