“A book.” he said without hesitation. “You can ask anything. Don’t you want a mansion or a sports car?” I asked him one more time. “Why would I want that? I love writing.” He smiled. I asked him if he could have one wish for anything and his answer is a book.
“But you can write so you have a book, right?” I’m really curious right now.
“Yes, but I’ve shared it with my brother so I want a book for myself.” His answer just put out my fire of curiosity. He ran inside and a moment later showed up again with an old book in his hand. Is it a book? I don’t know by myself. It has no cover and all of the writings looked unfamiliar to me if he said that it’s a letter. I’m sure that if one of my geek friends looked at the book, they will try to decipher it as if it’s hieroglyphs.
It came to my sense later when he spelled the alphabet and pointed at each of the scratch. The paper is brown already. Maybe it’s older than him.
“Say, how old is your brother?”
“Should be around 20 this year.”
Wait, what?! “How old are you then?”
“I’ll be seven next week.” His words really hit me at the time. The book itself is actually older than him. I want to say that this book belongs to him now but I don’t think it will help him at all.
I spontaneously dig my bag and try to find any spare book. I found one that is actually would be my journal but hey, this boy would need the book more than me.
I gave him a pencil and a book. His eyes got brighter and his smile even wider than usual. He jumped around like he’s winning a gold medal in the Olympic. He kept thanking me as if I’m his savior. He jumped like he felt a sugar rush.
“Make sure to sent me a letter, okay?” He wrote Z and show it to me.
“Hahaha… Not that one kiddo. You’re funny.” I stopped and I just realized something. “Could you read?” I get down on knees to level our eyes.
I see what happened here.
“What is a letter, isn’t this character a letter?” He pointed the letter Z that he just wrote… or drew.
“Let’s see. A letter is a written conversation. When we talked to each other through paper, it’s called penpal.” I know it’s not an accurate description but I guess it will help him.
“Let’s try to write and read your name. Is it okay?” Okay, his eyes were actually lit and shiny.
“I could draw my name?” He asked excitedly.
“Sure. If I’m not mistaken, Kobe will be K-O-B-E. Could you write it down?”
“Of course.” He diligently wrote down K, O, B and E. He repeated it again several times.
“You should put it side to side from left to right.”
“Got it.” He kept practiced and practiced.
I don’t know how unfortunate or fortunate he is. If he’s really unfortunate, then how come he is always happy. Well, let’s leave that alone.