He was walking down his street peacefully
It was just another day
The same old monotonous day
But he liked the sameness, the luxury of normalcy
At his age, he valued a day lacking stress and excitement
He adjusted his walking stick and continued walking
Thud! A bright red football missed his ear by inches
The owner of the football was a chubby four-year old
Who had ‘trouble’ written all over him
” Grandpa, I am your new neighbor,”
The boy announced in a cute sing-song voice
Grandpa felt a tiny wave of anxiety sweep over him
This meant bidding goodbye to a ‘normal, same-old day’ goodbye
The boy kicked the ball to him, Grandpa could smell his adrenaline rush
He remembered himself in his green and yellow school jersey
He sighed. He smiled.
“Let’s go, boy!”