>>-----------♥-----------“I’ll be back, need some time alone,” it said.
“He’ll be back soon, and I wouldn’t worry,” Jackson replies, trying to ease the tension.
“He’s a big boy and can care for himself,” I shrug.
The sun slowly rises as we sit outside talking. I notice the leaves are changing, and the morning dew glistens off a yellow leaf. The sun burns the morning fog off, and our pond becomes visible. The pond has been on the property since Ryker and I were kids. We always loved it when our Dad would stock it with fish, a tradition we plan on upholding, or well, I do anyway.
“Has that been restocked,” I ask.
“I have no idea,” both Asher and Jacskon reply in unison.
“I was just wondering,” I reply.
I realize how scattered my thoughts are when thinking about the pond rather
