SEBASTIAN
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to the beach. The sun is dazzling, making the velvety sand sparkle, and the waves are crawling slowly to the shore. The sky stretches for miles without a cloud in sight. It’s a perfect day.
I set my chair up and watch two children build a sandcastle. A boy with curly black hair fills two big pails of water. I chuckle as I watch him desperately try not to spill anything. He waddles and hands them off to a girl whose hair is ink black and curly like his. It whips and whirls around her face because of the breeze, but she seems unphased, flipping her pail upside down and patting it into the sand.
They look to be the same age. I’d guess they’re twins, but it’s hard to tell for sure from here. They seem familiar, though.
“Look, Daddy! Lo
