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Boy didn't mean to, but he loves his garden from before, and he merely took care of them when no one sees him -it should be impossible for anyone to notice him! No one did when he was gardening and doing chores.
(no one cared anyway)
Boy just like to feel the soil under his finger, the smell of the earth, the plants that curl and twirl around him, as if to keep him safe-
(not like them)
-and for that, he love them in turn, tuck their root deep inside the earth, give them water and shooing away those that will hurt them.
Boy love plants, he still miss his little garden from before.
So, it isn't a bad thing, what Boy do. Boy just want to.. to connect back to Boy's little garden. He didn't mean to attrac any attention, from anyone.
"Please, little one. Please little bambi, won't you come closer?"
Boy is so, so afraid. This is the first time anyone talk to Boy-
-except from that family from Before. Boy is never noticed, never been talked, never been seen, never never never nevernevernever-
The man (old, so so old but lonely too) reach with one hand to his direction, eyes filled with sadness (but they burn, they burn like the star above him, lighting his way as he walk and walk and walk and-
-in the end, he's lonely too.
"B -boy do no wrong, he.. he clean plants. Boy is sorry," he said, looking down to his bare feet, his shoes (way too big, too old, too broken) is long gone, taken from him in the dark of the night.
(he's scared, so so scared)
"Don't be, little one. Please don't blame yourself," the stranger look so lonely, like him that he can't help but like him from the start.
"No sad, Boy is okay." If his voice is a little scratchy
(from crying, from weeping, from long night of screaming his throat dry)
the old man didn't comment on them. Instead, he pat the bench beside him, his eyes hopeful (a little ember snuffed early) but ultimately resigned.
"Please, have a seat.. "
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He ended up staying in the old man home for months, learning everything about plants and Italian -the man first language - and have fun cooking and baking the Italian cuisines.
The man, Lucio "call me Nonno", ended up calling him Paolo ".. but you're so tiny and petite and all thing small that I can't help it!".
He, Paolo, loves the man. But he felt, restless, after so long of constantly moving and-
"I understand, bambi. Please be safe."
-he can't leave without Lucio, his Nonno, alone.
"Don't mind me. I know you, you love to be free." Lucio smiles is brittle, wobbly around the edge and full of so much sadness and hurt and loneliness.
But, there's also resignation and fond acceptance. He's proud to mend this broken little boy, this tiny waif into the calm, mature boy that he's now.
Paolo always have something that make him special, make him different from the others that people either avoid or try to stay close to him.
It make this so much harder, Lucio has grown attached. It would make his teenager self laugh off the floor, for sure.
Mio dio, he really doesn't want to.
"Ti amo, we'll meet again," someday
There's a sob from his big boy, that tiny shoulder shook with every sound that come from the boy in front of him.
"T- ti amo, Nonno. I will come back, I promise." the boy eyes held steel in there, even with the light sheen of tears that clung to his eyes.
Goodbye went unsaid, for they can't bring themself to say something so final, so devastating like it would take their chances to see each other away.
This is it, he tough.
He knew that Paolo was destined to be Great, after all.
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Bambi : aberration of bambino
Bambino : affectioned nickname for children
Nonno : grandpa
Lucio : Light of the day; a name for boys (in this case a man)
Paolo : Tiny, petite; a name for boys
Mio dio : My god
Ti amo : I love you (can be used for romantic love or family oriented love)
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I'm so sorry that I haven't updated for a while. This chapter can't be saved nor posted for some reason.
Please inform me if there's any mistake, English nor Italian are not my first nor second language. Thank you.
October 28, 2017 19:40 PM