XJasmin3x

there’s this boy i work with. he is five. he wears long sleeves and shorts with holes in them that are only kept together with small clothespins and thin threads. his hair is always cut close to his skin, though his bangs are left just long enough so it covers his eyes and i know no one can see them. but i always watch him. only sometimes i will allow myself to watch over someone else, even though i know this boy will only continue to follow me. he asks me to play, he asks me to speak, and sometimes, he even asks me to hold his hand. they are always cold and strong, with calluses and chipped nails that dig rough into my skin, and