The shoeshine boy

From there, I could see the shoeshine, another boy like me, who always was there kneeling at the entrance. With his wooden box with a kind of template, where customers placed their shoes, inside the box were the brush, the cloths, and a small box with the shoe polish -black or brown-- to clean and polish the shoes.
I had always admired him. I thought he was a big boy because he worked. How confused I was!