- Harry AnderS -
'Born to be a King'
An inspirational fantasy
A retired psychotherapist meets a severely burnt little Gypsy boy, and takes him into his house.
Chapter 4 ended with:
Suddenly, I started to laugh.
I took my boy in my arms, and nearly squashed him.
I couldn't stop laughing, while we frolicked downstairs, both of us naked as the day we were born.
Chapter 5. A delicious breakfast, there is John, showering, and shopping.
Together, we entered the kitchen, which fortunately had some carpeting on the floor.
"What do you have for breakfast?"
"Well... until yesterday, it was only me in the house, so I didn't buy anything special. I think there's some cereal left, and there's still some milk in the refrigerator."
"Do you have a couple of eggs and tomatoes?"
"Yes, I do have a couple of eggs, and no, there are no tomatoes."
"Do you have some vegetables?"
"Why don't you have a look for yourself?"
He dived into the refrigerator, and returned with the eggs, a small leek, two onions, and a clove of garlic.
"Do you have some curry or other spices?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe in one of the lockers over the sideboard..."
He took a chair, climbed onto the sideboard, and opened the lockers one by one.
"Do you have some slippers?"
"What?... I hope we're not going to eat slippers?"
He shrieked with laughter:
"No, silly, I'm not that hungry! I only want to get a couple of herbs from my garden."
I offered him my own slippers, being curious about what he was going to do...
He shuffled to a corner of the backyard, marked out by a couple of white cobblestones.
After a moment, he returned, carrying a few green leaves and some small reddish pod:
"That's my herbs garden, with all sorts of useful plants in it!" he proudly told me,
I was a bit wary about letting such a small boy handle a knife, but again decided to trust him.
"Could you put a pan on the stove, put some butter in it, and heat it?" he asked me, without looking up.
I did as he told me, bewildered about his amazing skills as a little cook...
"Can you butter some toast now? I'm nearly ready."
Again, I did as he told me, suddenly feeling proud to be the kitchen help of such a skilled little cookie...
The food turned out to be tasting more than delicious!
"Jack taught me how to cook a healthy meal. I was always experimenting with new herbs and other add-ons. Sometimes, it tasted awfully yucky, and then we had to throw it away and start again. At other times, it's working out great, like now..."
Suddenly, he tilted his head, as if he was able to feel or to hear something:
"There is John."
Ten seconds later, the doorbell started to ring.
What should I do now, still being naked?
I heard a lot of giggling; and two excited boys tumbled into the kitchen, obviously being happy to see each other.
"Smells wonderful here! Did you cook one of your famous breakfasts? Any leftovers for me?"
He draped his arms around little Harry, and pulled him close.
"Well, I don't know, perhaps I shouldn't..." I started to protest, but little Harry interrupted me:
"Come on, don't spoil the fun! Let's go upstairs."
He stepped forward, firmly took my hand, and told John:
"He's still a bit shy, because his parents told him the same bullshit your parents were teaching you. He still has to learn that all men are looking the same, maybe except for some little hairs, and that all of us are having the same stiffies from time to time. Now, take his other hand and help me!"
John grinned, took my other hand, and together they dragged me to the stairs.
"Can you walk on your own now, or do we have to carry you?"
Like a lamb heading for the slaughter, I dragged myself upstairs...
Why was this so difficult for me?
The shower was FUN, for all of us.
For the first time since I had been a small boy myself, I felt like a child again, and I loved the wonderful experience.
We started to wash each other everywhere, without any shame or restrictions.
Finally, we dried each other carefully and everywhere, even in the butt cracks and between the toes.
"You look like a shriveled prune!"
"Oh yeah? You look like a wrinkled pig!"
"I think you look more like a drowned cat..."
John grabbed his clothes from the chest of drawers; and both boys raced to my bedroom.
"Look, John, we're sleeping on a WATERBED, and our bed can carry two elephants without trouble!"
John threw himself onto the bed next to little Harry, and tackled him by pulling a leg.
"Aren't you going to join us? You are no fun!"
Of course, I had to prove them that I could be some fun after all...
I was hardly aware of my surroundings, and everything around me felt peaceful.
"Thank you, for looking after both boys. Never hesitate to do what your heart is telling you. You are not making any mistakes, and all of you are in a process of learning from each other. John is a wonderful friend to both of you; and he has a very big heart. Soon, there will be a time when you have to take him into your house for a while, so be prepared..."
"May I ask you a question, Jack?" I asked him with some hesitancy...
"Look!" Jack answered, anticipating my question and slowly fading away...
In his place, he showed me a vision of little Harry in the near future...
"That's what you can do for him, but don't be too impatient. Just wait for the right moment." Jack's voice told me somewhere in my head.
The light slowly faded away, leaving me with a wonderful feeling.
I woke up; and, at the same time, both boys stirred and opened their eyes...
"You fell asleep, that proves you are an old sleepyhead!" little Harry teased me.
"You fell asleep too, so you are sleepyhead number two!" John teased little Harry.
"That makes you a young sleepyhead number three!" I smiled at John.
"Yeah, and I wish I could live here, together with you sleepyheads, having you as my Dad and Harry as my brother!"
"I got sort of a strange feeling..." little Harry announced, staring into space,
"I think we ARE going to live together, at least for a while..."
"I certainly hope you are right!" John exclaimed,
His voice drifted off, he started to sniffle, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"It's okay to cry," he told John's left ear,
John listened to his little brother, and started to cry earnestly.
"Come on, crybaby, today we have to move my stuff back to my new old room!"
All three of us jumped out of bed, and quickly donned our clothes.
"What do you have to drink? And I want something to eat too!"
"What? Didn't you eat enough this morning? That was barely an hour ago!"
"We are both growing boys, you know," John grinned,
I started to chuckle, and teasingly ruffled his hair.
"I think we will have to visit a supermarket first, because Harry and I used nearly everything I had in stock."
"Okay, let's go to the supermarket. Do you have your keys and your wallet?"
John left my waist, kissed my cheek, and headed for the door...
"Are you coming with us?"
Little Harry stepped backwards, and slumped down onto a folding chair.
"You better go without me..."
John lifted little Harry onto his lap, and tenderly put his arms around his little brother:
"Don't you remember the last time we went there with Jack, and you were wearing that comical teddy bear mask? Everybody laughed at us and had fun. You even started to dance with that funny girl! Everybody applauded, and both of us got a big tablet of chocolate from the shop owner. Do you remember?"
"Yes, but that evening your father threw the mask away, and you got detention for begging..."
"That's true, but we HAD a lot of fun!"
Suddenly, I had a bright idea, and asked him:
"What if we're going to a toyshop first, and buy you a cap with a big bill? You could pull the bill all over your face, and enter the supermarket incognito."
Little Harry looked up, and his blue eyes started to beam again:
"Don't you forget to pick up your keys, and your wallet? Let's go!"
Both boys rushed to the door and headed for my car in the driveway, pushing each other to be there first.
"I WON!" little Harry shouted, jumping high into the air in triumph.
His sadness was gone, and his bright blue eyes were beaming again.
"Entrez, monsieur..." he told me in his best French, making a deep bow.
Next, he let himself and John in.
I wondered where John's parents were; so, during a radio silence, I asked him:
"Do your parents know where you are, John?"
"Yes; and my mother went downtown, shopping with Mark and Marrie. Normally, she doesn't come back for hours. I have no idea where my father is, and Thomas and Chrissy went for a swim in the pool. I was all alone this morning, that's why I decided to visit you that early."
"You weren't surprised to see both of us naked in the kitchen?"
"Nah, Harry hates clothes, so mostly he walks naked through the house for the whole day. Jack often didn't bother either. At first, I was a bit embarrassed; but, after a while, I got used to their walking around naked. One day, Harry asked me to wash his hair; and, from that time on, we often showered together. Now and then, Jack joined us; and that was always a lot of fun, just like this morning. I did miss that fun for the last two months! Fortunately, now YOU are here to join us and have fun with. However, we are keeping it a secret for the other children. They don't know anything about it."
Again, we started to sing along with the music from our car radio.
"You are soooo beauuuutifuuuullll..."
Thank you for reading the next chapter of my emotional rollercoaster 'Born to be a King'.
Have a look at my OTHER story, about the same little Gypsy boy growing up in a secluded place in the Rumanian mountains; this time seen from his own point of view.
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