Happy memories~
There were two figures in a playground. A child that strangely looked like a mini Lavi and a woman. The women also looked like Lavi but a female version petite, fragile, with a kind warm smile.
"Mom!" The boy ran towards her. Stopping a few feet away he smiled at her. "Mom, ride the slide with me,"
She gently pets him. "I told you before I can't it's meant for children, you go, I'll just be here and watch."
Pouting. He was a boy who was deeply attached to his mother. The love in his eyes were the proof o f it.
"Alright" No longer feeling rejected he happily runs towards the slide and starts going down. His mother who positioned herself on the bottom of the slide would pick him up before he hit the ground and lift him over her head. He started laughing. It was a child's laughter happy, warm, and innocent.
The mother put him down. "We should go inside, it's getting late." He looked at the sun that was now setting.
"Okay, but can I go on the swings before we leave" She nodded and watched him run towards the swings.
Being a thrill seeker even at such a young age he started swinging higher, and higher. To the point that he could no longer control the swing. He could hear his mother.
"Slow down you're going to fall."
At that moment he lost his grip on the rope while in midair. Crashing face first to the ground he let's out a whimper. His Mom quickly ran to his side resting her hand on his shoulder, he sits up. There were scratches all over his face and tears were steaming down his eyes. He tried to stifle his cries. She gently hugged him running her hand through his hair to remove the leaves and dirt.
"There, there it's okay sweetie. Shh I'm here" Her words were soft and comforting. His tears automatically stopped. Removing his head from her bosom he looked up at her emerald eyes. His lip started to quiver he expected to see accusation, it was his fault for not listening. He's seen a few mothers do it before, unintentionally of course, they would scold them for not listening then comfort them. His mother was doing the opposite her eyes expressed her worry, kindness, and love. His tears came back.
"M-Mom I..."
"Mom!" The boy ran towards her. Stopping a few feet away he smiled at her. "Mom, ride the slide with me,"
She gently pets him. "I told you before I can't it's meant for children, you go, I'll just be here and watch."
Pouting. He was a boy who was deeply attached to his mother. The love in his eyes were the proof o f it.
"Alright" No longer feeling rejected he happily runs towards the slide and starts going down. His mother who positioned herself on the bottom of the slide would pick him up before he hit the ground and lift him over her head. He started laughing. It was a child's laughter happy, warm, and innocent.
The mother put him down. "We should go inside, it's getting late." He looked at the sun that was now setting.
"Okay, but can I go on the swings before we leave" She nodded and watched him run towards the swings.
Being a thrill seeker even at such a young age he started swinging higher, and higher. To the point that he could no longer control the swing. He could hear his mother.
"Slow down you're going to fall."
At that moment he lost his grip on the rope while in midair. Crashing face first to the ground he let's out a whimper. His Mom quickly ran to his side resting her hand on his shoulder, he sits up. There were scratches all over his face and tears were steaming down his eyes. He tried to stifle his cries. She gently hugged him running her hand through his hair to remove the leaves and dirt.
"There, there it's okay sweetie. Shh I'm here" Her words were soft and comforting. His tears automatically stopped. Removing his head from her bosom he looked up at her emerald eyes. His lip started to quiver he expected to see accusation, it was his fault for not listening. He's seen a few mothers do it before, unintentionally of course, they would scold them for not listening then comfort them. His mother was doing the opposite her eyes expressed her worry, kindness, and love. His tears came back.
"M-Mom I..."