The change of history

The first met

A young boy with short black hair bumped into me while running and fell backwards onto the ground.

-"I'm sorry!" He exclaims as he tries to get up.

I let out a light muffled laugh and extend my hand to him.

-"Is everything okay, sweetie?" I question calmly in a sweet, soft voice.

He accepted my help a little embarrassed and looks at me apologetically again.

-"Why are you apologizing? You do not do anything wrong." I affirm it.

-"R-Really?! Normally my dad would be yelling and complaining about this..." He says, his expression saddening with each word.

-"If your father does this then he is a very bad person! I can confirm that you did nothing wrong. You simply acted your age, and there's nothing wrong with that!" I say it, bending down to his size and finishing my speech face to face with him.

He smiles happily at my words. And, since we met, I see for the first time, a sparkle in his eyes.

-"Want some candy? They are very sour but they are delicious!" I offer him a small yellow candy 

wrapper.

-"T-Thank you!" He says and takes the package from my hand. He puts the candy in his mouth 

and his eyes light up, it looks like he liked it.

-"It looks like some candy that Uncle Posey would give me!" He says smiling.

-"Yes, those were his favorites when he was a kid." I say with a feeling of nostalgia rising in me.

-"Speaking of that sulk, sweetie, can you give him two of these?" I say, handing him five more sweets.

-"Of course, but... Why are there five?" He says confused by my action.

-"Well of course! The other three are yours!" I speak with a playful tone and saying it as if it were 

obvious.

-"Oh! OK! I'll give it to him, is there anything you want me to say?" He asks excitedly.

-"Nothing other than that if you ever want to meet me again, just call my name on a starry night." I say with a wink standing up.

-"Okay miss..." He waits for me to tell him my name.

-"Vita!!" An unknown voice calls out looking for me.

-"Well, I guess I have to go. See you around sweetie!" I scream, running in the opposite direction of the voice.

(to be continued)