Our Own Dad

Mrs. Weston moved to sit down on a bench by the hedge of some flowers, while Cameron and Calista looked around. Cameron spotted two people playing a ball a few meters away and he desperately wanted to go watch them, so he looked back at Charlotte’s mom,

“Granny, can I go watch those people?”

She was hesitant, but Cameron gave her puppy eyes and clasped his hands together, “Please, please, granny?”

She let out a sigh, and gave in, “Alright, Cameron. But stay where I can see you, okay? Calista, you can go ahead and look at the flowers too. But don’t go far!”

Cameron was already running in the opposite direction, but Calista waited to respond, “Okay, granny.”

She turned around and slowly walked by the hedges of flowers, looking at each brightly colored petal and flower arrangements in fascination. Sometimes, she bent close to smell the flowers and see which one had the best smell.

She was smiling to herself and having so much fun, that she had no idea she was walking far away from wher