We
walked down the street, my left hand braced by he’s right as the feeling of
security was certain to me. I would content myself with allowing him to lead as
I followed, not necessarily knowing where we were heading to or why we moved
that direction. He would tell me things and I would listen, many times not even
knowing what he was talking about, but I’d listen anyways. Some of the best
times I can ever remember in my few years spent so far in life are times spent
with him, strolling, in the farm and in church.
My world, experiences and opinions on anything I feel matters.
