21 Years Later
390 Words
It was a children’s park, with miniature sized games, in which if a adult had to go through, they"d get stuck. Like the hollow tube tunnel. Though which if a kid has to go through he"s on his own to come out. It"s one of those true independent field for a kid.
‘hold it on tight, Ted. Don’t lose on my hand. Grip on it.’ The small brown hair kid looked at his father and held his hand and then his father took him to a swingset and kept swinging him but not too high even though ted insisted on more speed.
“more higher dad” ted yelled and he did but after other kids were lining up for wait to swing for their turn, his dad put Ted on the sand pit and he would try to make up stuff from it and draw in it, with whatever he could come up with.
His dad realized that he was impersonating the clown he had seen on one of his father’s book.
While he drew, his father looked from a distance and the woman next to him said, ‘he’s beautiful’
‘oh hey! didn’t saw you. How’s Julian.’ While he looked for Julian.
‘she’s right there!’ she said and he saw the little girl playing along the tree looking at the fountain ahead of it, having brown hair just like her mother.
‘she’s gotten better’ he asked.
‘she fine…just a bit fever and it was just hectic,’
‘don’t worry it’ll be fine you’ll get fixed with a job and house life everything…it’s tough honey! But yeah it gets better.’
‘yeah I hope too.’
‘lermant…lermant.’ Ted yelled.
‘what…he knows your name?’ she asked with a startled face.
‘he has just started to read it and his mother taught him so he’s been saying it for a long now’ Lermant smirked.
‘why pronounces it so well’ she said biting on her tongue, ‘maybe someday he’ll tell you what it means.’
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