Post by Jason Acheson on Jul 29, 2015 4:12:09 GMT -6
"Ma, what was the Old World like?"
The woman in question appeared to jump at the question her young son had asked her. She looked up from her paperwork, moving a strand of blond hair behind her ear. She seemed confused - unsure of what exactly to say to the toddler sitting on the living room floor. Said toddler held a children's book on his outstretched legs; his eyes were brimming with curiosity that only a three year old could have.
His mother sat erect, giving her son a thoughtful look. She was always like this; taking a long time to think just so she could give him a detailed answer. She told him numerous times that he should be doing such things as well; not acting reflexively like he always did. He never understood. He was merely a child, after all. Maybe one day, he would. He just needed time.
"It was - different," the woman finally started, putting down a pen she had in her hand. "Less - oh, I don't know - less uninhabitable. More suitable for us. But I guess that'd be a given; we'd lived there for millions of years, after all."
"...... How much is a millions?"
A small smile played the woman's lips. Paperwork forgotten, the researcher stood and made her way into the living room; placing herself on the couch, and in front of her son.
"It's a really, really long time, sweetheart, she said, placing a gentle hand atop the boy's head. The child pulled his head away, giving her a thoughtful expression.
"You're weird," he finally stated after a moment, returning to his book. The woman merely chuckled.
The woman in question appeared to jump at the question her young son had asked her. She looked up from her paperwork, moving a strand of blond hair behind her ear. She seemed confused - unsure of what exactly to say to the toddler sitting on the living room floor. Said toddler held a children's book on his outstretched legs; his eyes were brimming with curiosity that only a three year old could have.
His mother sat erect, giving her son a thoughtful look. She was always like this; taking a long time to think just so she could give him a detailed answer. She told him numerous times that he should be doing such things as well; not acting reflexively like he always did. He never understood. He was merely a child, after all. Maybe one day, he would. He just needed time.
"It was - different," the woman finally started, putting down a pen she had in her hand. "Less - oh, I don't know - less uninhabitable. More suitable for us. But I guess that'd be a given; we'd lived there for millions of years, after all."
"...... How much is a millions?"
A small smile played the woman's lips. Paperwork forgotten, the researcher stood and made her way into the living room; placing herself on the couch, and in front of her son.
"It's a really, really long time, sweetheart, she said, placing a gentle hand atop the boy's head. The child pulled his head away, giving her a thoughtful expression.
"You're weird," he finally stated after a moment, returning to his book. The woman merely chuckled.
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS