I saw his face so thin and pale. His eye was full of fear, anger, and vengeance. The boy looked far and deep. He didn’t even bother to blink his eyes, from where he is looking. He lingers and sigh, so deep and arousing. As if it would lift a soul out of void, emptiness, and silence.

He was a young boy, a beggar as I know. It was been a month that I saw him. I was observing and looking him for his reaction. For I see sorrow, burden, and pain that was drawn in his face.

I never know him, but I care for him, for he is the subject of my research. He captures my attention, caught the urges of my instincts, And he becomes the strength and inspiration for my work.

I am Vince Vanhausen, A researcher, writer, and a wealthy businessman. I was ended famous and wealthy living in a glamour and luxury my wealth could give and offer to me. I am happy and i enjoy my life, but there was a sense of emptiness that couldn’t be filled. Until, I met the young boy, namely Mico, who changed my perspective of life’s worth.  He, who taught me the great value of life attainable at once, Mico becomes my teacher and mentor until… the very end of his life. His life was short, but he has already traveled longer wandering in his mind. His word was bold, mature, and serious. There was hope and determination and enlightenment.

I was nearby from him. And I finally decided to come near to him. I observe that he lingers to the faceless river. He never talks and plays. He would only prefer to linger for hours in the river. When he felt hungry, it was the time for him to ask for food to anyone that passes by.  He neither complain nor remorse. H e humbly accepts what was given.

The boy was angry I thought and it penetrates to my senses. I felt disheveled for his situation. Perhaps, we have neither bond nor ties within each other. But, I’m too much fond of him and I felt pity for his situation. As I come nearer, I fear and hesitate to come near, maybe he would be surprise and run away. Across a child cry surprisingly and we were both surprise. But, he can’t run no more for I already grab his arms. And in instant the boy became rebellious and outrageous he wanted to be let go. “Let me go! Let me go!” Mico cries in disappointment and fear. “Don’t be afraid! Relax! I’m a friend!” Vince answers in a graceful manner. “Who are you?” the boy asked Vince in a rude manner, as he is trying to get lose from Vince grabbing. “I’m a friend, who wanted to be friends you.” Vince murmured in a tone of pleasing the boy. “I don’t need friend, but a family.”Mico shouted in dismay for he was already furious. “Why? What was your name?”Vince asks him. “I’m not talking to strange people, for me they’re strangers.” the boy says in a great effort. “No, I’m not, I’m a friend, impact I have something for you. You know it’s yummy…” Vince mustered convincingly. “I’m not hungry; I’m used to be hungry. Food would only feeds my body, not my mind, heart, and soul.” the boy replied in an expression of firmness in his words. “You act so strange, you’re so young, but you talk like an old man.” Vince says in disbelief. “It would only be useless, if you feed your body. If the other: the mind, heart, and soul were hungry. It neither makes any difference. “You’re really strange, so strange.” “Young or old, if both experienced they would be equal in understanding.” the boy explained. “You really can say that.” Vince murmured with curiosity. “It would be still the same. Let me go! The boy reprimands and quickly moves away. When he felt Vince lose his arms and he ran away. Vince was left in disbelief and amusement. His thought was hypnotized for a while. He was been caught unaware, the boy’s word and action caught his curiosity.