Oh! How he wished....

He was small,always acting more than his age. He wanted to help his mom with everything, he wanted to be like her shadow.
They had a small shop,something more like a wooden canopy. He helped her with setting the temporary walled shop each morning,laying down the pieces of moulded glass,clothes,cleaning them....he was small so couldn't reach the top shelves...
Oh! how he wished he were taller.
It began to rain.He loved the rain,stepping out, letting the drops caress his face,letting them roll into his eyes,spreading his hands wide open...he wanted to play.Suddenly he was reminded of his mom working alone...he went back to the daily job...all he wanted was to help her.
Oh! how he wished he could play.
Working his small hands to get everything in place was how his day passed. He dreamt of no friends, he dreamt of no school...
The bird was so free..it could be on any branch it liked...could fly to any place it wanted. He loved even the sparrow..not its beauty..but its freedom, not that he felt bound by duties.
Oh! how he wished he could fly.
They sold beautiful clothes..he craved for none. It was as if adversities had taught him sainthood. His heart was simple. His aim was clear.
The day ended. The sales were lesser today he thought. Hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. Hope it is a sunny morning.
Oh! how he wished it would rain...
Oh! how he wished he could play...