Know his name...

Chapter 1

" Don't walk too far, you could get lost in a town as big as this..." My mother said as she wrapped my arms in a warm fuzzy, brown, cotton, coat she made me for cristmas two years ago.

Now I guess it's to small for my six year old frame.

Her long wavy brown hair -much like mine- swished in the wind, as her long lashes sweeped across her clear blue eyes. She had a working dress on and had a impatient look in her eyes.

The only thing that differences her from me, is that I have wide brown eyes -much like my father. We had just moved into London, one of the busiest and wealthiest towns on the planet. my parents were simple farmers that wanted their children to have a proper education. So, they decided that when their first born was six years of age, they would move to the city and become salesmen. I had never seen anything remotely as bustling or humongous, as London was. In fact I didn't know what half of the things I saw were.

She sighed and gave me the usual hug and kiss. After she smiled and said "London is a lot bigger than the country... It's a huge change." With a reassuring grin, she scooted me away and turned to help my already busy father, unpack.

I was so excited I had never seen London before with my own eyes. Pictures, of course. I'll bet that every one in the United Kingdom has seen a picture of Big Ben. But to see Time Square with your very own eyes... Well that's a different story.

People were everywhere. Tourists, shopkeepers -like my father-, and busy woman dragging there small children to and from places. There were hopelessly In love couples staring hypnotized in each other's eyes. I had to smile at that.

As I walked on the stone paved road, I saw a weird pivot in the middle if the road and, what looked like  a low hanging telephone line directly over it. I stared strangely at it wondering what the heck it was.

Suddenly, a loud bell rang through the crowed streets. Naturally -as if on impulse- people parted and got out of the way of the weird line. Then just went about their business,as if every thing was jolly good! I followed their example but watched to see what "monster" they were separating for. Making the streets even  MORE crowded than they were, may I add.

And 'round the corner comes the largest moving box I've ever seen! It couldn't be a train, because it had too wide, and too many windows that people could fall from. It was bright red, like the ripest Apple and, had people sitting in large black seats. (that didn't look very comfortable)

I guess I looked like a foreigner with my stares, because a wise old man approached me. He stared at the loud, red thing, and with out looking at me once, he said " that's a trolley, lassie"

I stared at him. He had a long white beard and laugh lines all over his face. He looked so jolly, that I decided to call him ' The Santa Man.'

He said "It helps people get from place to place faster." Finally he looked at me.  He had crinkled blue eyes, and a plump belly.

I instantly like him, for how inviting he looked, and sounded. "Thank you, sir." I looked up at his face. He laughed, a big cheerful laugh that made me bounce. "Any time, lassie" he said "I live in my poor ol' stand over here." He gestured behind him where a faded bakery stood. The sign said 'Tim's bread.' Fire radiated from the shop, making it very welcoming. 

Then, the man turned to face me and leaned down to face me better. By now the 'trolly' or what ever, had passed, taking its people with it. "Would you like some bread?" He asked with a friendly undertone. " oh, I would love some, but I have no money..." I looked down, and felt my stomach growl at the exact time, making the moment more embarrassing. " oh, no lassie. It's on the house." And almost magically he pulled a piece of freshly baked bread, from under his arm, and let me tell you- that bread smelt like a fresh golden sun, over a wheat field. 

It smelt like home.

I felt a pang of homesickness wash over me like a ocean wave. But it was over in about a second, as he handed me a small, yellow ray of sunlight, on this dreary, cloudy English day. It wasn't very big but it was one of the sweetest things any one has ever done for me. 

Not like I had much people to talk to out in the country...

"I hope to see you around, lassie. Come around the shop sometime!" Then without letting me say my 'thank yous' he left without a word. But his cheery blue eyes told me everything. I knew I could trust this man...

I started to walk again, passing more people the farther I got. It seemed people were out at this time, like