He knows that he will have to leave eventually, they told him that. I just wish he wasn’t so attached to all the people here. They have accepted him and treat him as their own. The children of this town love him. When they see him coming they get excited, they sit completly engrossed in the stories he tells. It’s something akin to magic.
Earlier today I visited the house where he lives with the kind woman. The house seems like a fairly standard place. She showed me his room, where she says he spends most of his time when he’s not out in the square. It is a small room, holding just a bed, a dresser and some shelves that had books on them.
I miss him, I really do. He is my only child. But sometimes I worry that things will never be the same again, that he won’t want to leave with me. The adults in the town know I’m here. They don’t mind me being here. They said that while I’m here I have to answer to what they call me, the tall man.
