He exclaimed from behind and after, I could feel him stop walking when I could not pull his hands. When I turned around, he was staring at the whole ground in amazement, but his face remained plain and all calm.
“Are these made out of pure gold?”
I stared at him for a second before I stared below the ground to stare at the plain stones I had been stepping on for the past years of my whole life.
“Yeah?”
“And you’re letting them be on the ground? Like this.”
I could read from his eyes he was not tempted by the shining stones on our feet. He was confused about why we were stepping on it. And I could get where his confusion was coming from. I realized that, for the first time, I could remember my whole day outside the island. I was used to stepping on golden stones everywhere on the islan
