Sometimes when I watch the him leave in his car, I picture myself leaving with him too. I picture myself being the little bible that he carries around so much. How nice it would be to be that bible. Maybe then I could explore more than these four walls. I bet that bible has seen more of the world than I have. Isn’t that sad…
Anyway, that bible has been through so much over the years. I’ve seen it been bashed around by the harsh winter snow. I’ve seen it sopping wet from the warm summer rains. I’ve seen it lose some pages, gain some pages, lose some pages, and gain some pages again. I’ve seen it go through a lot while I looked outside my window. And everytime something happened, that man would always go fix it up. He never bought a new one. He would just go to his cozy little corner in his room and mend it back together. And I would watch him too.