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My Uncle — nomin!
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A HEAVY SIGH DRIFTED OFF THE OFFICERS TIRED LIPS. It was a usual dreading Sunday in the down town of his lovely home country, with the heat beating his drenched body. Jeno was really used to watching vehicles speeding on the roads, and catching them with his half wrecked car. He swatted his hand on his forehead and fixed his hat, stepping out of the front seat.
Jeno enjoyed watching shoppers passing by him, sometimes even waves back at their jubilant grins. He remembered those regular customers, that would go on a grocery spree every first day of the week. The old lady with the pearly earrings would pass first, some days he gives her a hand on crossing the road. Also the man with a lengthy white beard and chubby face, while his plump belly would would drop out of his shorts. Sometimes he would glare at Jeno. He never understood why though, it still creeps him out.
The brunet cop settled his walkie talkie in his pocket, then crossed his arms. He felt a small tug on the hip, and looked around, but found no one.
"Excuse me, Mr Policeman sir." A small voice squeaked. Jeno had to bring his view down, to see a little boy. He had dusky, chocolate hair, with dark coloured eyes that still bubbled. An unsure smile was put on his lips, as he snuggled a moose like stuffed animal with his left arm.
The cop crouched down to the lads height, "What's the problem little dude?"
"Have you seen my uncle around here?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and plastering a puzzled look. Jeno lightly chuckled at his adorable actions.
"Uh, no." He answered, "Are you lost?"
The boy shook his head, "I know where I'm going, my uncle is the one that's lost." The young one muttered, "Can you help me look for him?"
The man smiled firmly and nodded, though inside he was laughing. This kid sure knows what he's doing.
Clasping his small hand with the other's index finger, the little tugged him. Jeno glanced at him, "What's your name?"
"I'm Kim Jinwoo, and I'm five!" He spluttered excitedly.
Jeno hummed, "Oh really. Where was your uncle last at?"
Jinwoo tapped his chin, "We were at the grocery store buying apples, because mom wants to make apple pie for dinner tonight. Then I went back to the smoothie shop because I forgot McSnuggles there."
Laughing again, Jeno stated that they should head to the nearby grocery store to check if his uncle was there. Little Jinwoo agreed, and hugged his stuffed toy tighter. His small steps was something Jeno needed to keep in speed with, as his short feet shuffled way too much.
