Peeper

There he was again peeping through their window just hoping, waiting to catch a peek.  It won’t be long till he moves along till the next one.  It started out just one house. Just up the road. Every few nights he goes out to see if he could peep something.  Sometime it was the wife that caught his attention and sometimes it was their daughter.  But mainly he liked to see their family time.

He would watch them just watching telly, and even he knew that was boring but he would carry on peeping.

He wasn't fussy on the house, and he would move for better views. I've seen him in trees and hiding in bushes.  They don’t know he does it.  I’m willing to keep his secret, for now.

He's only 16, still a boy in some people standard.  It was odd for a peeper to be so young.  He wasn't a pervert and he wasn’t doing it for sexual pleasure, well not mostly anyway, he just wanted to see a real family, a true family life.  I guess he was making up for the lack of family life he has at home. 

Meal times were his favourite, seeing everybody together, talking about their days and eating.  Sometime it made him hungry but he was used to that feeling and got over it.  He even liked hearing arguments and then hearing them say sorry and I love you afterwards.  Those acts of love and kindness made him feel warm inside.  I once tried to offer him to say at mine, I offered to feed him and clean him up, help him learn but he didn’t trust me.  Why should he, everybody who has ever been near him has ruined him and made him this boy.

But every night without fail he managed to sneak outside and look, peep into their windows into their life, into their souls.  Just looking, wishing, hoping that one day, he’ll be invited in.