They took alternate, identical steps, walking away from us, reassuringly. Their friendship brewed over time. I had gently encouraged and worked on building these friendships to help Don (a made up name) come out of his shell. That visit left me truly elated.
In the past Don was not interested. An introvert on most occasions, sucked in by his interest in art. He spends hours or days creating these abstract images, real images some unbelievable. Images that shock you at first glance but gradually adjusts to one’s admiration for this talent that is somewhat unbelievable.
Now I can see a change, a positive change. One that seems to be breaking the quietness into an independence I admire. Don has now matured, into a young lad. Impressed by the growth at boarding school, the maturity has also been phenomenal. Who ever thought this would happen? On visits he always says;
“Mum it is time for you to go now, I have a lot to do, to prepare for tomorrow.”
He does not need my invisible hand now, he has grown to trust and connect with others. The image of Don walking away with his friends, is to me a great achievement, or is it maturity?
GIFTS 
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