It’s not common knowledge, but I\u00a0work in a facility that caters to individuals with special needs. \u00a0The community is beautiful, and it’s a great place to know that what you’re doing is making a difference. What people may not know is that a lot of the people that I see day in and day out make a difference in my life as well, even in the subtlest of ways.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell a story that spoke of those special people. \u00a0We might not always understand their needs or their wants, and we surely don’t appreciate all that they go through day after day. \u00a0What we do understand is that they’re beautiful in their own rights, and I wanted to express that in this story. \u00a0Because everyone has a little bit of hero in them.<\/p>\n
Touched <\/p>\n A swirl of grey and blue on white, the art upon the canvas began to protrude with each substantial layer.\u00a0 Over and over, the brush was set to the hemp, each bristle gently laying down the color.\u00a0 It was as if the artist was merely holding the brush, letting the paint dictate the course of the expression.<\/p>\n The boy didn\u2019t notice when the strangers arrived at the farm or when the mule that pulled their cart brayed with evident fatigue.<\/p>\n His father, a rugged man who had been greyed by years of toiling in the field, swept the sweat from his brow with his wrist and let go of the plow he was dragging.\u00a0 He clapped his calloused hands together and wiped them on his britches as he began away from the field to meet the unexpected visitors.<\/p>\n \u201cMorning,\u201d the man said.\u00a0 If he was exhausted from his labors, they did not show.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re a long way from civilization.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAye, that we are,\u201d the well-dressed man of the pair with the wagon agreed.\u00a0 He seemed far more beaten by the travel than the farmer was by his work, and his eyes begged for sympathy as the men converged on the same spot at a fence that penned the field.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019ve been traveling a while and thought that Sungarden was much closer.\u00a0 It\u2019s our first time this far west.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou boys from Raleigh?\u201d the farmer asked.<\/p>\n A nod shook the man\u2019s head.\u00a0 Streaks of silver were apparent in his dark hair, and his brow was weathered with lines.\u00a0 \u201cBusiness has been slow these past few months, and I thought a change of scenery might help with that.\u201d\u00a0 A moment of silence the merchant was uncomfortable with passed between them, and he swallowed away his disgrace.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019d hate to ask this, but we are without food or drink.\u00a0 I was hoping\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The farmer was already nodding before his guest had finished speaking.<\/p>\n A weary smile crept to the merchant\u2019s face.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s a relief.\u00a0 The kindness of strangers isn\u2019t something I\u2019m akin to on these roads.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA long way from roads, I\u2019m afraid,\u201d the farmer said with a knowing dip of his chin.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019ll settle you in for the day, and in the morning, we\u2019ll set you in the right direction.\u201d\u00a0 He turned and waved, leading the strangers toward the farmhouse where his son still sat.\u00a0 The merchant and his traveling companion were separated from the farmer by the fence, but they walked beside each other.<\/p>\n \u201cIs it just you and your family here?\u201d the merchant asked.<\/p>\n \u201cJust me and my boy,\u201d the farmer replied.\u00a0 \u201cHis mother left us a while back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry to hear\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis your lad?\u201d the farmer interjected.<\/p>\n The merchant turned, looking at his companion, a stout fellow still barely in his youth.\u00a0 His thick brow and scruffy face were offset by his closely cropped hair, and he seemed altogether displeased with the conversation, the travel, and perhaps everything else the world happened to offer.\u00a0 The older fellow still managed a smile.<\/p>\n \u201cNot mine, no.\u00a0 Just another down-on-his-luck trying to see if he can change his fortune.\u201d<\/p>\n The lad huffed when mention of him was complete, shaking his head and averting his gaze from either of the two older fellows.<\/p>\n \u201cAfraid you\u2019ll not find too much luck out this way,\u201d the farmer said.\u00a0 \u201cThe nobles of Sungarden have been a little ignorant of domestic wares.\u00a0 They\u2019ve been preferring goods from overseas, places like Astranar or Lustra.\u201d\u00a0 The lines on the visitor\u2019s face were more prominent then.\u00a0 He shook his head.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u00a0 I don\u2019t even know what it is you\u2019re selling.\u00a0 You can tell I\u2019m a bit weary of that city.\u00a0 They haven\u2019t exactly been good to my boy and me in recent months.\u201d<\/p>\n Cracking the widest smile he could, the merchant tapped his hand on the fence.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s all right.\u00a0 I shall pray for a drought in the other continents.\u00a0 You\u2019ll have your crops sell again, good sir.\u201d<\/p>\n The trio of men arrived just before the farmhouse, the mule and the wagon behind them.\u00a0 The boy was acutely aware of their presence but gave no indication he knew they were there.<\/p>\n \u201cAfternoon there, young fellow,\u201d the merchant spoke.\u00a0 When he received no response or even an acknowledgement, he turned toward the farmer, who was subtly shaking his head.\u00a0 \u201cDoesn\u2019t take too kindly to strangers, does he?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not that,\u201d the farmer said.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s just\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo matter,\u201d the merchant said with a wave of his hand.\u00a0 \u201cHe has his reasons, and I shan\u2019t press the matter further.\u201d<\/p>\n The farmer nodded and left it at that.\u00a0 \u201cAfter we get your carriage over to the barn, we\u2019ll get you set up in my room.\u00a0 I can spend the night with my son.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe couldn\u2019t put you out like that,\u201d the merchant said.\u00a0 \u201cIf the barn is good enough for Tess, it\u2019s good enough for us, too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNonsense.\u00a0 It can get plenty cold here in Daltain at night.\u00a0 Those walls in the barn let the chill in.\u00a0 We\u2019ll see you\u2019re well taken care of.\u201d<\/p>\n The merchant squared his jaw and nodded again.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re far too kind.\u00a0 Do you see a lot of folks that lose their way and need a hand?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot particularly.\u00a0 Don\u2019t see much of anyone these days.\u00a0 Getting my boy to town is a bit of a challenge, so we mostly just make ends meet with what we have on the farm.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, there are worse ways to earn a meal, I suppose.\u201d\u00a0 The merchant patted the mule on the side of its neck.<\/p>\n \u201cThat old girl all right to be in the barn?\u201d the farmer asked.<\/p>\n \u201cOnly if we won\u2019t be imposing.\u00a0 I don\u2019t want to put out your livestock on account of her.\u201d<\/p>\n Shaking his head, the farmer made his way to the gate that opened into the field.\u00a0 \u201cNo livestock to speak of, unfortunately.\u00a0 Our last cow was taken by the heat last year, and I haven\u2019t had the money to get to market, let alone purchase a replacement.\u00a0 It was good eats for a few weeks anyway.\u201d\u00a0 He struggled with the latch for a few moments, tugging with all his strength to no avail.\u00a0 \u201cGalvan, be kind,\u201d he spat, evoking the god of crafts.\u00a0 \u201cThis bolt won\u2019t budge anytime soon.\u00a0 Would you mind waiting here while I gather a mallet?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPatience is the least we could offer you in repayment,\u201d the merchant said.<\/p>\n Leaping up the stairs, the farmer pulled the door open and disappeared within.<\/p>\n His visitors left the mule by the fence, content to graze while the merchant and his apprentice ascended the steps of the farmhouse.\u00a0 The merchant wiped his brow and swept his gaze about the fields.\u00a0 \u201cThis is a good life,\u201d he said.\u00a0 \u201cSelf-sustaining, no one to lord their opinions over you \u2013 much better than what we deal with.\u201d\u00a0 He leaned on the railing and watched the farmer\u2019s lad continue to paint.\u00a0 \u201cThis place must keep you quite happy, eh, son?\u201d<\/p>\n The boy kept painting away, only a fleeting breeze returning any sound to the merchant.\u00a0 He looked at his companion and raised his eyebrows, a weary shrug and a crooked grin explaining there was no sense worrying about the lack of acknowledgment.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you think?\u201d he asked his apprentice.\u00a0 \u201cMight not be a bad place to settle for a while before we head home.\u201d<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t say anything either, dropping to his rump on the stairs.\u00a0 Leaning against the opposite railing, he stared off toward the cart.<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t be the only one around here who speaks,\u201d the merchant laughed.\u00a0 \u201cWhat a miserable existence that would be.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t want to go home,\u201d the apprentice finally returned, rubbing his shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s waiting for me there?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s there for us on the road?\u201d<\/p>\n The lad squared his jaw and stared off down the path they had just walked, the wagon\u2019s wheels having flattened the grass in long stretches.<\/p>\n \u201cSo what is it then, young fellow?\u201d the merchant asked again.\u00a0 \u201cWould you say you enjoy this place?\u201d<\/p>\n Again, faced with silence, the merchant just shook his head.\u00a0 He rose from the steps and made his way down to where the grass met with the railing, just beside the beaten dirt path.\u00a0 He plucked an emerald blade there and eyed it intently.\u00a0 He straightened it between his thumbs and brought it to his lips.\u00a0 After a pair of awkward attempts, he blew out a shrill whistle, the grass shuddering between his fingers.<\/p>\n The farmer\u2019s boy turned his head, and for the first time, the merchant could see his icy blue eyes.\u00a0 They didn\u2019t quite land on him, but when he made the grass sing again, the lad brought his hands to his ears, crooking his neck as if trying to locate the sound.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t ever want to go home again,\u201d the merchant\u2019s apprentice said.\u00a0 When he was met with only the braying of the donkey in response, he cleared his throat.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m sure there\u2019s money to be made out here.\u201d<\/p>\n The blade of grass, soggy and tattered by its use, was discarded to the dirt path.\u00a0 The merchant made his way back to the top of the steps and braced himself against the pillar that held up the roof.\u00a0 \u201cI admire these bouts of optimism,\u201d he finally said.\u00a0 \u201cBut maybe we\u2019re in the wrong business.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe can\u2019t give up now.\u00a0 Not yet.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, let\u2019s ask the boy.\u00a0 If he says not to, we won\u2019t go home.\u00a0 But if he\u2019s as quiet as he has been, well\u2026 it might be best if we heavily discount our wares.\u00a0 Let\u2019s make enough money to buy provisions for a trip home.\u00a0 What do you say?\u201d<\/p>\n The apprentice said nothing, his lips curling into an uneasy scowl.\u00a0 His eyes were fixed on the path, tracing every step back from where they had come.<\/p>\n Walking beside the porch, the merchant let his hand slap against the weathered balusters, the white paint giving way to their natural color.\u00a0 He reached the corner of the building, peering up at the boy and his craft, the painting obscured just enough by each post that he couldn\u2019t see the details.\u00a0 Back on the stairs, his companion had perked up, observing the interaction with building anticipation.\u00a0 He stood and braced against the railing.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you think, boy?\u201d the merchant asked.\u00a0 \u201cIs there any reason for us to stay in this area?\u201d<\/p>\n The farmer\u2019s son kept painting for a moment, but sensing the proximity of the guest, he turned his head, looking out the corner of his eye.<\/p>\n The merchant arched his eyebrow, waiting for the first real interaction with the child.<\/p>\n But there was none, and the silence was deafening.\u00a0 The child turned back to his easel and continued to paint.\u00a0 The merchant looked to his companion, a defeated grin upon his face as he shrugged the slight away.<\/p>\n \u201cHey,\u201d the young apprentice snapped from the stairs.\u00a0 \u201cYou just been spoken to.\u201d\u00a0 When he wasn\u2019t acknowledged either, he started forward a bit faster.<\/p>\n \u201cCalm yourself, lad,\u201d the merchant warned.<\/p>\n His companion was not prepared to heed those words.\u00a0 \u201cYou deaf?\u201d\u00a0 He reached out and touched the young man, spinning him about.<\/p>\n The farmer\u2019s boy was about the same age as the apprentice, but there was innocence about him.\u00a0 He looked untouched by the elements, unburdened by the troubles of the world.\u00a0 Averting his eyes immediately, he still remained silent, but he rocked back and forth in his seat.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with this one?\u201d the visitor said, a toothy grin stretching his lips.\u00a0 \u201cToo frightened to even look at me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLeave him alone, lad,\u201d the merchant called out.\u00a0 \u201cGet back here.\u201d<\/p>\n With a harrumph, the apprentice nodded.\u00a0 Before he began away, though, the farmer\u2019s son turned back to his painting.\u00a0 A cone of silver was prominently displayed atop a mismatched background of varying blues and darker purples.\u00a0 A sliver of green was painted at the top of the canvas.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is any of that supposed to be?\u201d\u00a0 When he wasn\u2019t answered, the apprentice scoffed and shoved the canvas off the easel.<\/p>\n The boy froze, his lips parting before his work had even landed upon the wooden porch.\u00a0 With a smug grin, the apprentice strode back toward the merchant.<\/p>\n \u201cFall down,\u201d he heard, as quiet as a whisper behind him.\u00a0 \u201cFall down!\u201d<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t even have time to turn toward the farmer\u2019s son before he fell upon him with all his weight.\u00a0 Struggling against that attack, he could feel the boy grasp him at his shoulders.\u00a0 Smothered into the wooden planks of the deck, the apprentice groaned.\u00a0 \u201cGet off of me!\u201d<\/p>\n The door to the farmhouse swung open, and the boy\u2019s father rushed outside.\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s going on out here?\u201d\u00a0 He leapt over the merchant\u2019s apprentice and hoisted his child away.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d the boy said.\u00a0 \u201cNo, it\u2019s not done!\u201d<\/p>\n Setting the lad down by his fallen canvas, the farmer stood between his kin and the new arrivals.\u00a0 His son sat beside his work, rocking back and forth, avoiding eye contact with anyone after that but whispering again and again, \u201cIt\u2019s not done.\u00a0 It\u2019s still here.\u00a0 It\u2019s not done.\u00a0 It\u2019s still here.\u201d<\/p>\n The merchant swallowed away the tension in the air and offered up a miniscule nod.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019ll be happy to stay in the barn.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n *\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 *\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 *\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 *\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Before the merchant had reached the dining table, his mouth was watering.\u00a0 Aromas mixed together into a delightful medley the likes of which he hadn\u2019t enjoyed in some time.\u00a0 As he rounded the corner, he saw just how bountiful the meal was.<\/p>\n Bowls of berries and vegetables were scattered across the table, flanked by warm breads and hearty meats.\u00a0 The merchant detected the gamey scent of venison, which explained the heaping portions of food on the plate.\u00a0 Set before each chair was a dark drink as well, a tangy waft emanating from each mug.<\/p>\n \u201cI was beginning to think you were going to hide out in the barn until morning,\u201d the farmer said.<\/p>\n Pulling out the wobbly chair, the merchant sank into it.\u00a0 \u201cThe thought had crossed my mind.\u00a0 I\u2019m sorry for what happened out there.\u00a0 It\u2019s not often\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWater under the bridge.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t the first time that happened, and it certainly won\u2019t be the last.\u00a0 My boy is\u2026 special.\u00a0 His mother said he was touched.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s why he\u2019s so quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe stays invested in his paintings.\u00a0 It\u2019s one of the few things I\u2019ve found that keeps him calm and collected.\u00a0 Sometimes I can get him to help me with a few chores on the farm, here and there, but more often than not, I\u2019m just trying to find a way to keep him occupied so I can finish them on my own.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI take it the boy\u2019s mother didn\u2019t pass away.\u00a0 She simply left?\u201d<\/p>\n The farmer nodded.\u00a0 \u201cGuilt, I suppose.\u00a0 She thought she was responsible for his condition and disappeared one night.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t even leave a letter, but all the signs were there.\u00a0 The restless yearning, the declarations of wrongdoing I hadn\u2019t seen.\u00a0 Her mind had already brought her far away.\u00a0 It was only a matter of time before her heart took her there as well.\u201d<\/p>\n The merchant looked to the lad, who scraped a metal fork across the ceramic plate, separating his vegetables and meats into smaller and smaller piles.\u00a0 Once they were apart, he ate only the meats.\u00a0 \u201cYou could have done the same, you know,\u201d he said.\u00a0 \u201cBut you didn\u2019t.\u00a0 You\u2019re a good man, and though he probably doesn\u2019t speak his gratitude, I\u2019m sure he shows it to you on countless occasions.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere are good days and bad days.\u00a0 Sometimes I could swear I\u2019m getting through to him.\u00a0 There\u2019s a way he tilts his head or looks at me when I\u2019m sure he understands every word I say and what I mean when I say it.\u00a0 Other times it\u2019s those paintings and nothing else.\u201d<\/p>\n The boy\u2019s chair squealed as he pushed himself from the table.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re not done with your dinner,\u201d his father declared.\u00a0 If the boy was concerned with that notion, it didn\u2019t show.\u00a0 He was already on his way out of the room.\u00a0 \u201cAs I said, some days are better than others.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s certainly more to him than meets the eye, though,\u201d the merchant said, tearing off a hunk of bread.\u00a0 \u201cHe knows what he likes.\u00a0 He made sure he ate every strip of meat, but those vegetables are still there.\u00a0 Berries, too.\u201d<\/p>\n A resigned chortle rattled up from the farmer\u2019s chest.\u00a0 \u201cIf only that could help on the farm.\u00a0 He has a knack for certain things, though.\u00a0 Sometimes he\u2019ll pull me inside before a rain I didn\u2019t even know was coming.\u201d\u00a0 He pressed his own plate away and crossed his arms over his chest.\u00a0 \u201cHow about your apprentice?\u00a0 He seems a troubled lad.\u00a0 He\u2019s not punished, I assure you.\u00a0 How could he know my boy was touched?\u00a0 No need to hide away in the barn.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI think he\u2019s more embarrassed than anything.\u00a0 If not by his behavior, then surely by how easily he was throttled.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothing to be ashamed of there.\u00a0 I\u2019ve lost my own battles with my son.\u00a0 The older he gets, the harder he is to keep rooted and out of trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI think my lad\u2019s problem is he\u2019s used to being beat,\u201d the merchant sighed.\u00a0 As he spoke the words, the revelation of why his apprentice was so vehemently against returning home hit him, as though a veil had been lifted from his eyes.\u00a0 \u201cHe\u2019s not had as compassionate a father as your boy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a tricky spot he\u2019s in.\u00a0 The life you\u2019ve given him is better than what he had, no doubt.\u201d<\/p>\n The merchant nodded.\u00a0 \u201cBut still not the life he wants.\u00a0 \u201cHe wants to go home, but he doesn\u2019t know where that is.\u201d<\/p>\n Both men reflected on their respective wards, finishing their meals in relative silence.\u00a0 When the food was gone from their plates, the farmer set aside one for the guest who had not come to dinner.\u00a0 The merchant followed him to the kitchen, sinking his flatware into the wash basin.\u00a0 They looked out the window, the afternoon sun obscured by dark clouds.<\/p>\n \u201cAbout time we had a decent rain out this way.\u00a0 Maybe we\u2019ll even get some water in that dried up well,\u201d the farmer said.\u00a0 \u201cCrops have been slow to grow this season.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd goods have been slow to sell,\u201d his guest added.\u00a0 \u201cCould it be as we\u2019re getting older, we\u2019re losing our touch?\u201d<\/p>\n Though the notion was bitter, the farmer noted the merchant\u2019s intentions were not.\u00a0 \u201cWe should get out there with your lad\u2019s food before we see a downpour.\u00a0 No doubt it\u2019s time to bring my boy\u2019s latest masterpiece inside as well.\u201d<\/p>\n As they made their way back through the dining area, he passed the leftover plate to his guest.\u00a0 Together, they walked through the house, the windows on that side offering considerably less light.\u00a0 When they emerged on the porch, the farmer\u2019s son was nowhere to be seen.<\/p>\n \u201cHmm, now where\u2019d that boy get off to?\u201d he hummed.\u00a0 He glanced over at the far end of the porch, noticing the easel and the canvas were still present.<\/p>\n \u201cDoes he do this often?\u00a0 Disappear without warning?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot particularly.\u00a0 He usually stays wherever he\u2019s most comfortable: in his room or right here.\u201d\u00a0 He narrowed his eyes as he reached the canvas, though, kneeling down for a better look.\u00a0 The silver cone had grown darker, and the rest of the picture became clear.\u00a0 A wave of realization washed over him, and he flipped the canvas.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019ve got to find him and get your lad.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s not common knowledge, but I\u00a0work in a facility that caters to individuals with special needs. \u00a0The community is beautiful, and it’s a great place to know 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\n-Part One-<\/strong><\/p>\n