Just a Child

Sometimes you can still see it. In the scars that show when he wears a tank top. In the brash cries for attention when he rides his bike into the middle of the circle. In the angry eyes when he is yelled at. In the punches thrown when you try to restrain his wrists. But right now he is in the hammock. Right now he is yelling “Un momento, un momento, ok!” Right now he is being tickled by people he loves. Right now he is giggling like a dolphin and rolling around in laughter. Right now, he is just a child.