𝗧𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴

I guess he didnt understand.

He was just a little boy, 10, if that.

He was walking over to the park, there wasn't swings or a slide there, just benches and rocks.

He whistled a song his father taught him when he was younger. It was only short but it occupied him for the time it took for him to open the gate, close it, and walk to the place him and his dad met every day after school.

'Hi dad! Mum told me to bring you flowers.' He wrote on a peice of lined paper, slightly crumpled up.

"Why doesn't mum let me see you?" He mumbled out loud, just to himself. "She says that you're always busy in the sky," He continues "are you an astronaught?" He wonders.

He puts down the flowers in front of the stone they meet at. Standing up and saying, "I need to go home, see you soon!"

Walking away from the stone, he sees his sister, though he couldn't remember what she looks like, his mum always said she was like an angel.

Maybe, she wasn't far off an angel.

"Bye dad, bye kat." He whispered, Kat was his sisters name.

He walked out of the graveyard, skipping home.

I guess he didn't understand.