His toe brushes the slick surface of the green grass. He pulls back and glances up at me. I make an encouraging face to him to urge him on. He's never touched grass. A crazy thought. What was his life like before? Wait, no I don't want to know. Because if I know some I'll wonder more. Then, I will wish that I didn't know. Wondering is bad.
He flattens his foot into the green surface. The morning dew drops onto his small 10 year old foot. I step infront of him urging him forward. He hesitates for a moment before settling his second foot into the grass caked with morning dew.
"Come on William!" I say before whipping my head around and running to the nearest tree. Some might think I did this to show him that it's okay to run threw the grass. Which, is so foreign to him. Everything is. But truthfully I am getting bored of waiting for him.
"Umm..." he hesitates before seeing my bright grin. "Alright coming..." William slowly walks in my direction. He is different, that's for sure. He looks around every few second. What would it be like seeing the world for the first time. Would you be impressed, upset, disappointed... Confused? Now that I look at it, he does look confused but more excited. A burning passion deep inside of him. He knows he has so many possibilities in this world.
When he reaches the tree I'm perched by, I reach my hands up. Touching the rough surface of the Willow tree. Once I have a good grasp on the branch, I swing my legs over I one smooth motion. I look down, only to see William giving me a questionable look. One brow raised and his mouth open. "Here, trust me." I announce reaching my hand down for his. He grabs it right away. I didn't suspect that. There's nothing I can guess about him. I can figure out everyone I know. They are all so predictable. But he's different. Really different.
Once he's on the branch next to me I let my mind wonder. I wonder what the other kids of the neighborhood would think of him. This morning when I found out about the "new kid" across the street, I was excited to make friends. My parents warned me that the he was different. Mrs. Carrols told my mother that he came to life with them, his aunt. When I asked the other kids to come with me to meet him they declined. All thinking I was crazy. I wonder why... Again I just wonder.
I look over at him. He's observing the valley beyond us. And again in his eyes, I can see that passion. He can do anything in this world. And I'm going to help him.
