Jarvis was struggling, fleeting moments of irreplaceable seconds filled his mind with doubts and fears of his sanity.
While it would seem nothing else has changed, the visions of the past 12 hours linger like a rich scotch in the back of his throat. This lingering, this burning sensation, this moment of uncertainty...this was his first clue, the piece of this illuminating chapter which would soon become the beginning of an old man's life.
The sun beat down with all her strength on this day, fluffed clouds gave way and allowed her the due she longed for. But the air was crisp, heavy and absent of heat this 4th day of January.
Close friends and family have gathered...It was his birthday, the day set out though eons of time to represent the 72nd year of the birth of a particular man. This man was like many other men which came before him, many with the same ideas, some with the same name, but very few of which would share a life of extraordinary events as this man. Jarvis indeed is a man of renoun.
Jarvis was born to a young mother with fire in her eyes and light on her head, a woman who held her heart close to her, she kept it warm from the frigid temperature of the world around her. The hate, the tention of life in her world in this time seemed unbearable to a great many, while other found grace in solitude.
The year was 1943, January 4th, a son was born with a destiny unlike most, this boy would do a great many wonders in his life, most of which the world would never know. But the effects of this boys ventures would be lasting on the worlds stage for generations to come.
Jarvis was born of the veil, with a coupled heartbeat, and a newborns smile, wasted no time showing off his wonders to those close to him.
Some folks found dreadful sensations while in his presents, while other found this baby to be an amazing and calming delight. Years seldom flowed from his eyes, and wailing 3am screams of a newborn were absent in his presence..he was known as a rare baby, a mamas boy.
His mother found within only a couple days, that her newborn son seemed to only feed when she was alert and strong, and any signs of weakness or exhaustion would deter his desire to feed, and in her case worked out, considering this was her first child and she was still battling the uncertainty of motherhood and her own limitations.
The child seemed to understand her weaknesses and strengths, and work his own needs around her abilities to perform her duties.
She thought back that 3 weeks since her labor had released him into this world, that night, she had hope, passion and desires of a woman with steadfast illusions of motherhood and ambitions far exceeding her own talents. She understood this, she knew she was incapable of raising this wonder in the manner to best exploit his talents to the best benefit of the world he created around him. But she wanted to try, to one time in her life put effort forth that might exceed even her own expectations..she was a young mother, inexperienced, naive and full of life ..
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