This was the year when White completely moved in with his father.
He was lonely and the people in the neighborhood weren’t so welcoming to a kid with… an unknown background.
Of course, It was way better than the alternative but still at times, being alienated in his new home affected him.
And just like all things with White, being isolated affected him silently.
As quiet as an early snow day.
[I can’t say much here because his childhood is still unfolding]
White has always been extremely introverted with big imagination which comes from all the stories he’s read. He has hyperlexia and with Danial’s massive library he started shifting towards reading non-fiction books more than fiction. The lone kid had toys and played a lot on his own, but turning the last page in a book was his favorite time in any day.
Jad wasn’t prepared to fully take care of a kid.
He was in a very good relationship with White when he was with his mother, but never expected to be fully present in his life. (I know this sounds bad on Jad’s part, but volume 8’s first chapter might answer some more questions about White’s childhood and why things were like that.) They both struggled for a few months the first year, but by late summer, they found their bearings. White buried his head in books most of the time in house or at the library, while sometimes he spent afternoons at the nearby park till after sunset.
But as Jad told his mother in chapter 36, White always had many stories about his playground time with friends when in reality, if Jad were to pass by the park for some reason, White would always be alone.
The only… real people White interacted with most of that year were Jad, Jad’s mother and Danial.
White was, intellectually, years ahead compared to his peers (not in math though), and because so much has changed for him in the previous year, Danial’s professional opinion was to not enroll him for school yet as the pressure of all the new people and the likelihood of some judging him for who he was, will drive him to withdraw into himself even more.
One thing that Jad did right and White, small as he was, appreciated was freedom.
The children book’s author didn’t make much money monthly and though payday was good on book release, he always had a slow paced income throughout the year.
Jad couldn’t get White everything he thought would make the boy happier, but he gifted him a bike; a means of transportation and trusted him without any rules or curfew, unless very much needed.
He believed after everything White faced beginning his life, he’d be able to handle whatever. “You were on your own for half a decade now and got by perfectly,
If anyone, I am the one in need for rules and discipline, kid.”
Black might have taken the colors from White, and it might have been a rough journey that drove them to pursue extreme measures to get by, but their meeting was the first building block for a home they both needed next to their half homes they originally come from.
Heedless Black set White’s stale life in motion.