In the Lady Alba's hands was the soft baby. The newborn cried gently, his hairs were blond and light, so bright that they were not recognizable
His baby skin was pink and had wrinkles. His eyes were firmly closed. Boor's crying was like a beautiful melody that soon turned into a screaming when Alba hadn't touched him for a moment, she was under huge stress and handed the baby over to Torin. Boor, the baby didn't want to. When he was five, Boor had another brother. naturally, because of the experience, he was not very pleased with his little brothers birth. Especially how his siblings were so pissed off that they had Boor, but no one cared after another one came along. Boor couldn't help but worry negatively about the now youngest brother, Izan, but he suppressed it when he saw his happy parents.
A strange sense of responsibility from older brothers took over him in the moment. once in elementary school, when Boor was 9 years old, he corrected a bully in class. They stood in front of his toilet door and didn't let him out and one of them had secretly taken the bucket from the janitor and poured it on him from above. Boor didn't have the self-confidence to answer a teacher for a long time. Sometimes the bully with outstretched ears had made fun of his grades. Boor didn't realize that the bully was wrong.
All Boor could think was "I did something that they don't like me" he didn't think that they were bad children but something like "why don't they like me and what should I do to make them like me"
Over the years, Boor adapted to the children and made them friends, he was ashamed to introduce his friends to his family and distanced himself more and more from the family. Soon he had changed like his friends and his mother no longer saw her Boor in him
"Boor where did you get this injury from?!"
"Oh those? I don't know, maybe I hit the wall or something"
She suspected that there was more behind it.
"Boor, you should also take your brother with you when you go out with them"
"What?! never.. He's just a child.."
"So what?"
"… Anyway, it's none of my business. Why don't you play with him if you care so much?"
Since when did he talk like that?
Alba asked him on the phone nervously.
"Boor, a cigarette was on the floor of your room. I don't want to say but.. Is it yours? Please be honest.."
"You were in my room?!"
The mother stuttered a bit
"N-No, but Izan found it while he…"
"Izan! Damn! I'll kill him, what has he got to do in my room!"
"How can you say that about your little brother?! Does that mean that the cigarette belongs to you?!"
Boor hung up before the mother could scream at the black screen "Boor!!"
Back to the day Boor was born, another newborn along with many others came to this world. His name was Boon
Faris, the father, put his hand on his wife's shoulder and kissed her on the forehead as she held the child in her hands. She didn't want to expect too much from his health and was in a dilemma whether she should be happy or worried. Abia couldn't help but kiss the tears away from the newborn and he suddenly became quiet. "Why doesn't he make any noise?" she asked him with a worried look, "Is he okay?"
Faris reassured her "don't worry too much, look"
He stroked the child's cheeks and said to his wife Abia, "Doesn't he look graceful and delicate?"
Abia calmed down and leaned her head on him and looked at her new son observantly.
He had a type 4* skin and narrowly pressed eyes. Every now and then he opened his full lips and made noises like "Ba.. Ba" but for most of the time he was quiet.
Abia asked the doctor and the doctor clarified with a smile "that happens all the time among babies, that there are also quiet as loud ones. You can visit us again, if it stays that way, until he turns three."
When he was four years old, his mother and father had planned a family reunion at home and many of his uncles and aunts visited him and petted him. For Boon, the only child, this was too new when he realized how many relatives he really had.
Boon's relatives were faint and had their hands all over Boon. The mother had the idea of setting this family reunion so that Boon would become a bit more social and open up, but so he was even more ashamed and became a squeaky, stuttering mouse.
The mother was stressed and thought about whether she should visit the doctor again and let him know to his silence. Boon saw this and took a deep breath, forcing a smile on his face and conversing with awkward words.
Boon learned how to make others smile and Boon also learned how to give up his own coziness for the peace of other people.
At school he was often quiet but when children needed help for solutions he sometimes helped them. These children sometimes forgot who he was and so did the teachers. In order not to repeat this situation, some teachers had deliberately brought him in front of the class and some felt good when they saw how boon had a hard time. Boon often had feelings of anger as a child and he let things out by stealing things, it was his kind of rebellion.
He didn't want to cause any stress but he had to
In some way, even if it was unnoticed, to harm someone. He had never interfered with violence.
When the teachers called his parents to tell them this, they were shocked and objected that the teachers could even imagine something like this: "I know my son, don't tell me tales!" A great shame spiraled into Boon's whole body. All he could do was look at the floor and scratch his knuckles
He loved his parents so much, he couldn't imagine how it would feel if they saw him like that. He wanted to give peace and joy only to them. Tears flowed down his cheeks and he apologized back and forth, even though he could pretend he hadn't, because his parents had trusted him very much. They were baffled that their son had really stolen. Faris Fayez didn't say another word afterwards and Abia confronted him.
"What were you thinking?!" she cried in dubious anger. The father saw the teacher's lips pointing upwards and tapped her shoulder. "Let's do it at home" The mother understood him immediately and turned to the teacher "Despite all this, if my son doesn't like you, I don't like you either!" she stated and pulled Boon with her as they went home. then Boon no longer cried because he was found out, but because he wondered `how could i ever do this?´ when he thought about how lovely his parents were.
Abia had heard the teachers giggling in the teachers' room and her anger rose more. Boon expected mighty trouble but she hugged him and just said "don't disappoint me anymore"
He sniffed and assured her "I won't.."
The father hummed a happy cackle.
Boon has also kept his word to some extent. With every step in his life, he paid attention to whether his parents would be happy with it and that worried his mother a bit again.
Abia had just gone to a supermarket and sighed.
she sent Boon some texts
[Hey, if you want something, tell me okay? You deserve a snack because of your help]
[And if you don't like something, tell me too]
[Boon you're awesome]
[We're always there when you want to talk, we're here for you]
[So, do you want something? from shopping, I mean]
She looked up and was pushed around by the greedy buyers. She quickly put the phone in her pocket and sighed out a "oh what should I do with B-"
A different woman had screamed "BOOr?n? !!!!" with a voice so loud everyone in the grocery store had heard her.
"boon?" Abia mumbled to herself "Did she say Boon? how does she know boon? that's not right"
She walked through the groups of people and found the woman angrily tapping on her cell phone. Abia gasped for breath and asked, "B-Boon? Do you know my son?" Her overprotective mother energy ruled her head and mouth. "How do you know my son and.."
"Excuse me, what?" asked the woman with the sunglasses.