The Boy Without A Name

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Boo-Bear, what are you up to?" Thomas called out, as he approached a seven-year-old Emmett.

"I am trying to colour Spider-Man, but it is not working, Tommy. Why is it not working?" Emmett frowned at his handiwork.

"It is not that difficult surely, you can see that?" He quipped peering down at his work.

"But I cannot do it, the crayon slips from my hand whenever I try to fill in the colour, why do I have to fit in?" He complained, shaking his head in frustration.

"Boo-Bear, you are too stressed for a seven-year-old, and whoever said that you have to fit in?" He asked sighing at his antics.

"But Mumma says that I should try to colour properly, otherwise, it wouldn't look neat," Emmett told him as he scribbled something in his sketchpad.

"Well, Mum is right but do you want to know something, brother?" Thomas questioned.

"Is it about the brownie that you stole yesterday from the oven when I wasn't looking?" He grinned at his stunned expression.

"Actually, I was going to say something about the colours but you are very observant for a kid, Emmett, I have to tread carefully now." He joked, eyes glinting in mischief.

"Thank you, Tommy. So, what do you want to tell me?" Emmett was curious to know as he expectantly looked at his brother.

"The colours, should fit in well within the given image because they make it look good and neat, right? But, you don't have to adjust to its standards, Emmett. You can make your own colours, mix them up with your skills, you should never try to fit in with something if there is no purpose, or if it will cause you to give away the very crayon that is like your weapon. Even if it is not fitting in with your calibre and imagination, just try to concentrate on making it work your way, maybe you'd want to switch the colours, grip your favourite crayon a bit harder? But don't you stop on the account of making mistakes, or trying to keep up with an idea that is not yours, do you understand?" He summarised.

"So, I should switch colours then?" Emmett looked dazed but Thomas knew that he wouldn't understand it yet.

"Yes, whatever you fancy, Boo-Bear, you are going to understand this one day, though that you do not have to try so hard just to fit in with the crowd." He told him as he ruffled his hair.

"Tommy, is that your sketchbook?" He pointed out.

"Yes, it is. I was going to draw the cherry blossom tree." He shrugged it off.

"May I take it for some time?" Emmett asked hesitatingly.

"Okay, sure. Here you go." Thomas handed him his favourite sketchbook.

"I will return it to you, I promise." He promised, eyes shining in delight as he quickly flipped the pages.

"It is fine with me. Plus, I am craving some chocolate, so I would have to run to the nearest store anyway." He sighed.

"I want one too." He declared.

"I will bring one for you," Thomas called out as he glanced at Emmett with a fond smile, before leaving, he was too pure for this world, he thought.

"Indigo dream, indigo dream,

bright blue sunshine of esteem.