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May. 7th, 2008 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janradderArie walks off the bus this afternoon. His stoic little face betrays no emotion one way or the other as to what kind of day he might have had. This is normal for him. His face is almost always stoic, unless he is outraged or laughing, as is my own and as is my grandfather's. Arie is holding a large pink ball in his arms while a baggie full of skittles hangs from his hands.
"Look what I got," he tells me, showing me the ball.
"I see. It's a ball. You must have had a good day."
Arie turns his back to me as he puts down the ball and the skittles and removes his backpack from his shoulders.
"I did not get to a one, a two or a three today," he turns to tell me, standing in the doorway to our house, his mouth just barely turned up at the corners so slightly that if you did not know him you would never even notice it while his eyes glow warm with pride.
"Oh, Arie, that's wonderful!" I tell him and give him a hug.
"Yes, it is," he replies seriously and hugs me back.
"Look what I got," he tells me, showing me the ball.
"I see. It's a ball. You must have had a good day."
Arie turns his back to me as he puts down the ball and the skittles and removes his backpack from his shoulders.
"I did not get to a one, a two or a three today," he turns to tell me, standing in the doorway to our house, his mouth just barely turned up at the corners so slightly that if you did not know him you would never even notice it while his eyes glow warm with pride.
"Oh, Arie, that's wonderful!" I tell him and give him a hug.
"Yes, it is," he replies seriously and hugs me back.
