❝The family is one of nature's masterpieces❞ -George Santayana
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A boy, so innocent and young, is seen walking next to his mother, their joined hands swaying with each step they took. The mother's tired eyes glance to her young son, making sure he's okay.
The boy is mindlessly talking about everything and anything, stuttering over his words with how fast he's talking. Even though most people would ignore everything the young child was babbling about, the mother paid attention to every word he's saying, not wanting to miss anything that comes out of the boy's mouth.
The boy had always been interesting, talking about things in such a way you would think this was an old man's spirit inhabiting a young boy's body. Even with the slight stutter her had, he sounded as if he were a scholar talking about something as important as the secret of life.
The mother and son arrive in front of a door and the mother reaches out, knocking on the door in a pattern that only she and the residents behind the door knew. The door opens to reveal an old lady, her face wrinkled and sagged over time. A smile filled with relief spreads across her face as she sees the young mother and son.
"Oh, thank the Lord, I thought you weren't going to show up." The woman says, relief and a hint of worry evident in her voice. She ushers the pair into her home and closes the door behind her, making sure to lock it behind them. The mother sits the boy on one of the chairs and turns towards the woman.
"Sorry, Katie. Blue and I got a little caught up." She responds and sends her son a small smile with a wink. He giggles and sways his feet in the air. The woman shakes her head at the two and gives Blue a cookie she bought.
"This way, dear." She tells to the mother in a hushed voice as she guides her away from the boy happily munching on the chocolate chip cookie given to him, chocolate covering his chubby cheeks.
The lady opens the door and reveals a old man, around the old woman's age, laying on the bed. The mother sits down next to bed and sets down her bag. She opens the bag and pulls out a syringe filled with a liquid for the man.
"Here you go, Frank. Sorry for being late. Blue wanted to play a game of hide and seek and we lost track of time." The mother apologizes as she prepares the man for the shot.
The man waves his hand and dismisses her apologies. "It is fine, Melissa, nothing to apologize for. How is the little boy of yours?" He asks, his voice weak, and the mother smiles.
"He's doing good, can't seem to stay out of trouble though." She says, her smile full of adoration towards the boy. The man smiles and nods. The mother proceeds to stick the needle into his arm and push down until the liquid was completely gone.
