My little friend

Tonight, just when my spirit needed a pick me up, I walked into my building and saw my little friend.

Friend: Hey Friend! (He ran to me and gave me a hug)

Me: Hey Friend! (I sat my things down on the table in the lobby and spoke to his mother then turned to him)

Friend: Friend, I been thinkin' about you.

Me: I been thinkin' about you too.

Friend: What's this?

Me: A painting I made.

Friend: Did somebody help you?

Me: No, I did it all by myself.

Friend: What's this right here?

Me: That's the sun.

Friend: Friend, a sun don't look like that. A sun is a circle with thorns.

Me: Not mine though. My sun looks like that.

Friend: Ok.

Me: I'm gonna bring my drum down again in the daytime so you can hit it ok?

Friend: Ok, but next time bring some sticks.

Me: You don't play my drum with sticks. You hit it nicely with your fingers.

Friend: Friend, let me show you. (He walked around to my side of the table) A drum have a place where you do your foot like this and then you have two sticks and you hit it hard.

Me: That's not the kind of drum I have.

Friend: Ok, Friend. Ok.

This story is going nowhere except my whole day is brighter when I see this little boy. And I full on believe him when he says he misses me and is thinking about me. My heart.

#jahasfriend