Dreams or Reality?

“Father, father, I am sorry, I will not be scared again.” the cute boy cried, as tears drizzled down from his eyes onto his plum cheeks. He ran after the man into an office, and I unwillingly followed behind or more precisely swept behind them.

Where was I? I tried to look around, but my body had limited mobility. I was only able to see the scene in front of me.

“How many times have I asked you not to call me that? You are not to call me that ever unless you want to be punished.” the man screamed, while the boy just hung his head down in submission as he stood in front of the man, who it seemed was his father.

The boy was barely six or seven years old, his face lit with innocence. But his body had already begun to change. The round chubbiness had started giving way to straight-line muscle in the rest of his body. It was as if he was overworked or over-exercised at that tender age. Even his cheeks which were still childlike and cute had begun to lose their chubbiness.

“Is that cle