He was sitting on the chair close to the table. The shadow of the leaves and trees covered him from the sun. Some dry leaves flew surrounding his shoes. A little boy, saw to me he then threw his looking to other side. His eyes went down to the ant played the soil.
“What are you doing here son?” I asked. He need more that 10 seconds to answer. He look at me, and he found a little start in my eyes. He said, ” I am waiting for my Mom, she will pick me up here”.
I miss you my son