Chapter 3- The Home Of Rocks

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September 6 2035

My first child has a problem. He LOVES rocks. So much he puts all across the house. I never should have shown him that documentary.

"Doddy!! Get down here right now!" I hear the patter of a 5 year old's feet walk on our granite floor.

"Yes?" He says shyly holding 7 rocks in his hands

"Are you going to clean these up?!"

"Why should I do that?"

"Because your mother will be very mad, and you know what shes like when shes angry" My wife Mahri is the tough one in our relationship.

"Fiiiine" but before he even makes it down stairs the phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey hun, uh I got a suprise for you."

"Uhh what? You know I hate surprises." I only hate them because I already know and their just hiding it from me.

"You're gonna be a father!!"

"I already am.???"

"Oh, right, you're gonna be a father again!!"

"REALLY!!"

"Yeah I just got tested."

"When are you coming home?"

"Right now."

"Okay cant wait to see you."

Once she comes home we kiss and then she screams at all the rocks in the living room.

*15 years later*

"Hows your homework going, Dod?"

"Uh I'm having trouble with numbe-"

*Ring Ring*

An unknown number is calling my cell.

"Hello"

"Sir, I am so sorry."

"Wait what? What happened?"

"You're wife, she's been in a car accident."Even seeing this moment wouldn't prepare me for the emotional loss.

"Is- is she alright?"Tears welling in my eyes, there is no point is asking. I stare at Doddy whos staring back at me with confusion and fright in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, there wasn't a survivor."I can't help the tears running down my face like waterfalls. Doddy just stares at me and says.

"What happened dad?" When no response cam but the slight "Im sorry" over the phone he asked again."DAD What Happened?!" I walk over to the kitchen drawer and pull out a rock and hand it to Doddy saying."Dont ever let go of this."As I hand it he starts crying.

"Dad, no, please."He stands up and hugs me."Dad."

We both let go when, we shouldn't

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