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The park.
A low iron fence.
Lined with ornantal plants.
The paint slightly faded.
Swings on the left.
A slide on the right.
A sandbox in the middle.
A water fountain.
A walking path.
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I stopped at the entrance.
No gate.
Just an opening.
Yuna stopped beside .
Her eyes imdiately darted around.
Searching.
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Two kids stood near the swings.
Waving their hands.
"...Yuna!"
Their voices were louder than usual.
Lighter.
Yuna raised her hand slightly.
A simple reply.
"...yeah..."
She didn’t run straight away.
Just walked a bit faster.
Heading toward them.
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I entered after her.
A normal pace.
Unrushed.
The ground was a little dry.
Uneven grass.
Paved walkways.
So parts shifted out of place.
Yuna had arrived.
Standing in front of them.
"You took so long..."
One of them said.
"...sorry, I went shopping with Papa for a bit..."
Yuna replied.
The other one gave a small laugh.
"...that’s fine, let’s play..."
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They moved toward the swings.
Without waiting any longer.
Yuna followed.
Her steps lighter than usual.
I stopped near a wooden bench.
Sat down.
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The wood was slightly rough.
Uneven.
Not a problem.
I looked straight ahead.
Yuna sat on a swing.
Pushed gently by her friend.
Small movents.
Not too high.
The sound of creaking chains.
Repeating.
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The other one tried the slide.
Up.
Down.
Up again.
A simple pattern.
Repeating.
Yuna didn’t talk much.
But she wasn’t completely silent.
She had made friends.
Good.
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"...my turn..."
"...yeah, yeah..."
"...careful, don’t push too hard..."
I looked at the other children.
In the corner of the park.
Playing by themselves.
Or with their parents.
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No one was looking this way.
Alright.
An opportunity.
I leaned back slightly.
Looked at the sky.
Enough light.
Not too hot.
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A few minutes passed.
Without any changes.
It was ti.
I stood up.
I stepped toward the sandbox.
The corners of my lips lifted slightly.
There was a bit of hesitation.
But, there was excitent.
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Dry sand.
Not compact.
Couldn’t be shaped.
I stopped at the edge.
Looked around.
A small water tap nearby.
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I walked over.
Cupped a little water.
With my hands.
Returned.
Poured it onto the sand.
A little.
Not much.
I repeated it.
A few tis.
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The sand changed.
Heavier.
More compact.
Enough.
I crouched down.
My hands dug into the sand.
Pressing down.
Forming a base.
Flat.
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I began.
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