Jim Taylor | COMPLETED

Chapter twenty-three - "Creating memories"

"I want to be like them. I want to walk, mommy,".

"No, you don't. Jim! Listen to me. Your mind is bigger than anyone else'. One day you are creating beautiful and big things that no one else couldn't do. You aren't just a normal child. You are amazing! Our amazing son!".

"Really?" Jim smirked.

"Really. Your mind is... Like a limitless universe. Always will be. Remember that!"

As long as they remember, that day really hurt Jim inside. All he was thinking about, were the words he got from the bullying boys. On the other hand, his mom's wise words felt soothing. Sarah and Peter helped Jim to fall into sleep afterward.

His sleep wasn't so peaceful, though. The boy had a nightmare, including all the bad people inside of it.

In the morning, Sarah and Peter thought about going on a vacation. The summer was over and winter was around the corner. The month of the November was getting cold already but the Taylor family needed to get away from everything and everyone. They knew they deserved it truly.

"Green Bay..." the man said.

"Green Bay? You serious?" Sarah responded.

They were still lying on the bed. Kids were still sleeping.

"Sure. Why not? My parents don't take vacations in their cottage anymore. We would be just four of us. And guess what, the country is about to expect snowfall. It means Jim could see his first winter by his own eyes,".

"It's too far away. Isn't there any other option?".

"Too far away? Basically, three hours. So, what do you say? Do you remember the last time we spent time in Green Bay?! A long time ago,".

Sarah and Peter hadn't been in Green Bay for years. When Jim was kidnapped, the family decided to stay in hometown. Just in case, he would be found. A few years later, Sarah became pregnant again and then there was no time to travel around.

Sure, there was another reason, as well.

Peter's sister family was spending a lot of time in Green Bay. The sister, whose children were supposed to look after when little Jim disappeared. By that day, Peter was so depressed he refused to have a connection with everyone else.

Now, when Leslie was four months old, they finally decided to go to Green Bay. Jim was back at home and then there is was a perfect reason to do something amazing with the time.

The cottage, they planned to travel, was by the Michigan Lake. There was an opportunity to go fishing and large yard. The house itself was single-decked and light wooden. Which window frames were painted dark brown.

Close to it, there were few berry bushes, which leaves were already fallen cause of the cold.

The drive turned out well. Kids were sleeping few hours in the car, while Sarah was doing crosswords.

Peter felt as an excellent drive after a long time. Last difficult situations made him speed up from A to B.

"We are here!" Peter said, driving inside the yard.

Jim and Leslie were still sleeping. Parents picked up the kids and brought them inside.

"I'll get Jim's chair. Could you make a fire into the stove?" he asked as soon as he had put Jim down on the dark gray couch. Sarah nodded and brought some warm furry blankets to cover the children from cold.

The house was empty for years. Peter's parents had heated last summer.

That's how the midday became a night. Heated the rooms, where was comfortable and warm to be. They watched TV and tried to teach Jim some board games.

"Hey... Look! It's snowing!" Sarah said, pointing to the window with her finger.

It was getting darker outside but not too dark to not see the snow falling. The land was becoming more white.

"It is. Let's go outside," Peter smiled while looking out of the window.

"Crazy. It's cold outside. Children would get cold like this,".

"Just for a moment, Sarah. Let's cover them up!".

Peter dragged the blanket from the couch and covered Jim all over with it. Pushed the wheelchair carefully outside. Sarah followed him with covered up Leslie.

"It's beautiful..." Sarah mumbled.

"Look, Jim! It's snow," Peter pointed with the finger to the sky.

Jim was gazing at the sky. At the snowfall. He tried to catch snowflakes to his palms and with his mouth. He hadn't seen that kind of thing ever in his life.

Peter picked up the boy and lied down on the ground. He made sure Jim was lying on his torso.

"The ground is cold, baby," Sarah looked at her husband and Jim.

"Shh! We are creating memories..." Peter whispered, smiling.