The boy had never held a phone long enough to learn its weight.

By afternoon, his jeans were dusty, his palms a little sore, his laugh worn out from being used so much. When the sun dipped lower, he leaned against the fence and watched the light settle over the pasture.

No notifications. No buzzing. Just wind moving through tall grass and a white horse grazing close by.

He didn’t know it was special.

He just knew it was his.