Flying boy

Two year ago I traveled to New York City and I met a boy in The Central Park, he
had a long and curly hair, with green eyes and a contagious laughter, He called
Santiago and he liked to be called Santi. The day that I met Santi I was walking in
the park when I looked him doing drawings on the floor, I came over him and I saw
a boy flying on the clounds, I asked him why he draw that, and he told me I can fly
on the clounds, where no one can watch me I was so confused and asked him
how he can fly, He told me You have to believe in me if you dont, I wont fly in
that moment I didnt know what believe but I saw in him a force to believe and a
perseverance to do what he wants. I told him I believe in you, I can see hoping to
do something in you, show me how you fly

His face change and a big smile

appeared, he told me You are the only person who told me that believes in me I
felt so good and I smiled at him. Santiago took my hand and led me to a place
where no one could see us, He closed his eyes and he started to laugh, he laugher
was so nice and I enjoyed it, I believed in him, He started to fly over the floor and
then he told me You should try to fly, you just have to believe in you, I believe in
you, you can do this, make it work! I closed my eyes and I thought in all my
favorites moments in my life, I started to laugh then I opened my eyes and I saw
that I was flying, I looked to Santiago and he was laughing and he said me You did
it! Now come with me to the clouds and see this amazing city from the sky, come I
followed him and I could feel how is the life when you believe in yourself, I saw that
amazing and beautiful city from the sky, and for a moment I felt so happy.