Good?

end.

January 6 2018.

'Hey, where did he go?'

'Have you checked in the restrooms?'

'Yes! He's not there or downstairs with his therapist'.

'Have you checked everywhere in the damn hospital!'

'Yes!'

'...Tell security to be on high alert. We don't need a kid sympathy going rampant on the other patients'.

Little do they know that Francisco stands right beside them. He looks at the doctors with dull eyes but a smile on his face. He brings his arm up and looks at the ring. Seems to be working.

As doctors and security rush past him, looking for him, he thinks of how beautiful this moment is. Finally, he's getting attention from adults. Attention he needed at the scene of disaster three years ago.

Francisco walks through the hospital doors and looks for Monaco. From what he knows his 'father' lives in the countryside. A good three hours by train.

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On the train ride there Francisco looks at the children and how they interact with their parents. How the kids smile with both parents embellishing them with love. Francisco smiles.

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The countryside is beautiful. Land as far as they eye can see is filled with droves of plants. Large sunflowers wave at him as the wind breezes. Small lilies beg for his attention. And the roses stay still not needing or wanting any attention. Francisco stops in front of them. He reaches out his hand and accidently pricks his finger.

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Since the neighborhood is small all Francisco had to do was remove the ring and ask for a person named Monaco. Nobody was named that so he asked for Leslie. The people direct him to a house on a hill.

The house is a normal farm house. A couple trees decorate the lively color and as he approaches he sees a woman hanging clothes outside to dry. A flash to the past.

Francisco walks up the small, dirt road until the woman notices him. In the city people would be angry at him but here the woman simply smiles. Unlike humans, she approaches and welcomes conversation.

'Hi', she says sweetly, her short sleeves bounce as she talks, 'How's it going?'

'Could be worse', he starts, 'But could be better'.

The woman frowns, 'Now, that isn't a way to live'.

Francisco shrugs, 'Well, that's how my life has been up to now'.

The woman stays quiet, then smiles, 'I don't know you but how would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?'

Francisco accepted her kind offer. The woman introduced herself as Leslie and as they walked into the house she introduced her only daughter, Aurora. The inside of the house is as expected. Creaky wooden floors, the walls aren't the best, and everything is made from wood.

Therefore, the growing boy feels jealous as he feels how warm the house is.

'Aurora, please keep our guest company while I get something ready, okay?'

The little girl excitedly and in a soldier like manner nods. She turns towards him, her ponytails smack her as she turns. She ignores them and keeps glaring at the boy.

'How's your dad?' Francisco asks.

Just like that Aurora stops acting all tough. Like an excited parent when they hear about their child's gender the girls eyes sparkle.