Preschool >>h.s [on hold]

Chapter five.

"So tell me the story behind your name," Harry requests, hands in his pockets.

"Why not we go out for some late night ice cream and I tell you the story," I smile.

"Fine," He smiles also.

"Can you help me?" Preston flashes his puppy-dogs eyes at Harry, as he holds another rainbow firework.

"Totally, little dude," Harry takes the firework and Preston's tiny little hand, walking towards the water.

Harry gets down on his knees - close to Preston's height. Preston hands him the small blue lighter. Harry lights of the firework, running away fast after. It blows.

"Wow, I can't get over the fact that these fireworks are so pretty," I say, sitting next to Tyler on the sand. Tyler watches the firework's smoke float away, somewhere beyond the trees. Going back to playing with the sand, afterwards.

"My mom used to say that, but not anymore," Tyler declares.

"Why is that?" I ask her, while watching another firework being set off.

"Harry told me that she lost the sight of beauty and she gained the power to see darkness," Tyler explains.

I known she doesn't understand the statement. Harry made it confusing, so she didn't need to worry about anything.

And I know it's true. %100 true. Little kids tend to be more honesty then anyone.

They tell anyone anything. A stranger they just met on the street, they're full name. A cashier, how they are going to use the things they are buying. A classmate's older sister, why their mother stopped doing things they did before.

It's common sense.

Also why I love little kids so much.

"I'm sorry, Tyler," I answer.

"It's alright," She replies, as another firework blows, but this time it was blue.

"So wait, um, does you mom smile a lot?" I ask.

"uh, she did. Now she smiles for show...," She says, still playing with the sand.

"You understand, don't you," I claim.

"I understand a lot of things. I understand what Harry's statement meant. I understand why Harry spent the night telling my mom we need her to stay, after taken 'unneeded medicine'. I understand why people set of fireworks," She surprises me with her bold words.

She proved me wrong. She does understand. She grown up.

"You're very grown up," I admit.

"I wished I never did grow up," She cries. I hold her close - my arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"I wish that I didn't grow up too," I say, looking back up at the fireworks being set off.