November 17, 2013
He moved in on a morning. That afternoon was when we "bumped" into each other at the store. I ran, scampered out of my room to go downstairs when I spotted him coming out of his door. I ran. Determined to follow him wherever he might be going. I was so curious about this boy, on the first instance that I saw him. I think it was that smile, or that posture, or the way he touched his chin before he said something. Or maybe it was the way he looked relieved when the moving truck guys left him alone.