When I was twelve my father, who was like a king in that region, was collect a debt from a family of camponesses (as always) they had no money then paid with their lives. This time he brought with him a young boy with curly hair, hazel eyes with more or less my age. He explained that the boy was my birthday present, he was my slave and was there to serve me for what I needed.
- So what's your name? - Asked the frightened boy.
- You do not understand, it's YOURS, name it whatever you want! - Said my father screaming, before exiting the room, leaving us alone.
- M-my name is Blai-ine. - He said shaking and in tears.
- Do not be afraid of me, I will not hurt you, my name is Sebastian. - I spoke with a friendly tone makes trying it at will, because the fear in his eyes was disturbing me.
- What do you want...from me?
- At the moment I want you to calm down, and stop looking at me like that!
He cowered in the corner of the room and stood for minutes staring at the floor. I went to my bed and tried to sleep ignoring his presence.
In the middle of the night I awoke to the sound of sobs, I turn to see Blaine crying.
- What now?
- Nothing, I'm sorry to wake you, I did not mean, if you want I can sleep outside.
I could not restrain a laugh, that boy was afraid of me even funny.
- You can sleep here. - He stopped crying - since you tell me why you so afraid of me. - He looks at me with wide eyes as if mocking him.
- As I would not be afraid of you. I saw all that your father did, I think you can do the same for me.
He started to cry and I laugh.
- Wow, this is amazing. I never have fear of a boy like me. - Blaine gives me a questioning look, look at me. I'm tall and thin. There is nothing scary about me.
Blaine gets me to look down below and starts laughing. For the first time I see him laugh, it was like I saw diamonds, because it was beautiful and precious, something worthy of being immortalized.