My cousin

We are having a family dinner in my childhood home. My uncle is there also together with some other relations. There are about seven or eight people all together. We are about to finish dinner.

My cousin turns up outside the door. He is the son from my uncle. He looks about twelve or thirteen but somehow I think that’s a mismatch as he should be an adult.

He looks untidy…. actually…very dirty. He carries with him a blue ball. The ball is slightly bigger than a basket ball. He says he is very hungry and wants to come in to have dinner with us.

My uncle is the first one to refuse his request. He then tells everyone not to give his son any food. I have a look on what’s left on the dinner table and can’t see anything decent. I feel a little uneasy because no food is left.

My cousin is begging now. He says he is really really hungry. Rice would just do. Eventually he is allowed to come in and given rice. He must be really hungry as he is really enjoying that rice I can tell.

After dinner everyone is relaxing in the back yard. My cousin starts to dance. He dances with his blue ball. No one seems interested in what he is doing. But I am amazed to see that he is a very good dancer. He throws the ball in the air, catches it, and do all sorts of the things with the ball while dancing. The ball leave his hand from time to time but never drops to the ground. I begin to wonder how he becomes such a natural dancer. In the meanwhile I feel pitiful that nobody seems to care about his talent, including my uncle. How sad! However, he seems to be enjoying himself in his dancing.