Underneath the Ferris wheel.
Owen was staring blankly at the drifting hydrogen balloons in the sky.
Little Spark ran over and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Owen pointed to the sky and said, "Look, there are so many hydrogen balloons."
Somewhere in the world, another child must be sad. Owen couldn’t help but wonder which unlucky kid had lost their helium balloon, watching it float so high and far away.
Little Spark also looked up with his neck stretched.
The two boys had been playing non-stop, their laughter echoing as they darted between rides
—the flying swing, carousel, pirate ship, and bumper cars.
By now, they were covered in sweat, their hair sticking to their foreheads under the hot sun.
He asked, "Little Spark, do you want ice cream?"
Little Spark nodded.
Behind him,
