As seen, he was perfectly contented on doing his own thing and neglecting the presence of other souls in that room. I saw myself in him when I was just a size of a chair where my feet could hardly reach the stable ground I was destined to step into.
I continued to spy on him while the remorse of my ill-fated childhood came rushing back to me as I began to open and dwell on a past that I personally sealed to prevent myself from entering it once again.
The past is a lonely time or place or space to visit.
What worries me at that time was how he would face this cruel world when he is defeated by a mere number of children he was confined with at that stage of his life. I was never a warrior but I wished I was and I wish he is.
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