The moment you stepped in, judgement were being passed. No one knows, no one realised. 167cm tall, symetrical features, broad shoulders, simple attire but yet allures the attention. No one knows the past of this man, the baggage he carried, the tough life he has experienced.

His build frame coats his longing and fear. No one realised the terrified little boy inside. As confident as he may seem, he did well, charmed the girls and was in everyone's good books. People assumed him being the outgoing, sociable, and gets invited to exclusives, having chicks surrounding. Its was all mere assumptions passed on him.

An actual fact, being the loner he wishes, prefers to stay at home with a self made lemonade, on hand a biography of Oprah Winfrey. Baking and cleaning was more his forte.

Growing up in an environment where survival was an issue. Getting food on the table was as hard as finding a seed in a pile on sand. With fear of the sky turning dark, when drops of rain falls, it sparked the fear of the roof thumbling down one fine day. School was a must, being dressed up in old school clothes from some one else, shoes which plays peek-a-boo. It was tough.
This man i saw walking through the door, at first i couldn't believe my eyes. Deep inside, he's the same. Humble as he was, kind as he used to be, generous in giving. He must have gone through lots before this, i cannot imagine.

Looking at him now brings a smile to my face. The little boy, no more little. Maturity shines through his personality. Wise words of parents he holds on to. Still, confidence is still in progress. I heart this no more little boy.