Little Boy, what do you see?

When you look to the sky, whose face do you see?

It is your brother. He smiles down to you as he holds your hand tight, ensuring you protection and that you will never be lost.

You look up to him. You want to be his friend.

He notices the innocence in your voice.

Your naivety to the world around you.

He wants to share his knowledge with you. Teach you all he knows. Let you know that he will always be there.

He teaches you to be strong. To be brave. He teaches you your real power.

But most of all, he teaches you what a real friend is. He is always there, looking out for you, helping you along your path.




Little Boy, what do you see?

You see your brother. He stands with you, side to side. He smiles to you, you smile back. He continues to ensure you that it will all be fine. He places his hand on your shoulder. A comforting feeling. You and he walk together. Continuing to embrace his presence.

Little Boy, what do you see?

You see your brother. This time, he stands far away from you. He watches you as you change each day.

Wings…

A tail…

Each day he watches you become what he fears.  Each day, he stands further away from you. His fear growing.

Little Boy, what do you see?

You see your brother. His eyes filled with tears. He knows that you have finished changing. He knows you aren’t what you used to be.

You go to him. You ensure him it will be alright.

He wraps his arms around your neck and hugs you. He watches as you unfurl your wings and head off for new adventures. You assure him that you will come back. That you will always be friends.

Little Boy, what do you see?

You see your brother. He flips through photos of when you were you. You shout out to him. He runs to greet you. Tears in his eyes. He hops on your back and the two of you head off.

Those happy times.

Those innocent times.

Those times when you were happiest.

They have returned.