It was as if all the light in the world was enveloped within it.
The leaves rustled softly, occasionally drifting in the wind before settling on the tranquil lake surface, creating delicate ripples.
The swans were resting, and even the distant Ferris wheel had turned off its lights.
The night descended into complete silence.
The morning birdsong stirred the first traces of light above the deep blue night sky.
Hannah turned over in bed, feeling hot, nearly rolling to the edge of it.
Arnold Simmons opened his eyes almost the mont the person in his arms shifted away. Although his consciousness was still hazy, he quickly noticed Hannah clinging to the edge of the bed with her blanket.
Just one more inch and she would have fallen off.
Arnold Simmons reached out, moving carefully. With a few deft motions, he pulled her back into his arms, held her tightly, and went back to sleep.
...
The weekend had just passed. Lately, Evelyn Winter seed like a completely different child. He no longer fussed about not wanting to go to kindergarten. Instead, he woke up obediently every day, dressed, ate, and waited for the driver and nanny to take him to school.
It was a remarkable relief.
But this relief had an expiration date.
In less than a week, on Friday, the kindergarten teacher called.
Apparently, Evelyn Winter was leading all the children at school to participate in his "wedding."
Who knew how a child who had only been at kindergarten for a little over a week had that kind of charisma.
"Wedding?" Hannah was puzzled. "With who?"
On the other end of the line, the teacher hesitated. "Evelyn Winter said he’s marrying Freedom."
Hannah: "???"
Trendy indeed.
This was the first ti Hannah had been summoned to the kindergarten as a parent.
By the ti she arrived, the "wedding" had just ended. The children had been ushered back to their classroom by the teacher, leaving only Evelyn Winter lying under a tree, with a few dried leaves scattered on him.
According to Evelyn Winter, this was called "communing with nature."
The two teachers had both tried to persuade him to get up, worried he would catch a cold.
But Evelyn Winter, with utmost seriousness, declared, "Teacher, haven’t you heard the birds talking?"
The teacher asked him what the birds were saying.
Evelyn Winter replied, "The birds said they’re hungry and want so biscuits."
Which explained the biscuit wrappers on the ground nearby.
It wasn’t the birds that wanted them; it was him.
"Evelyn Winter, you have three seconds to get up," Hannah said.
Evelyn Winter didn’t budge.
Hannah began counting down, "Three, two..."
"Alright, alright, I’m getting up!" Evelyn Winter stood and patted his pants off.
The teacher nearby finally let out a sigh of relief.
There was no point in attending the afternoon classes. The teacher granted a leave of absence, and Hannah took him ho.
In the car, Evelyn Winter folded his arms, looking very much like a little adult.
Hannah leaned against the car window, watching him, chuckling lightly as she spoke, "A wedding? And marrying Freedom? Evelyn Winter, you really have a vivid imagination."
With a stern face, Evelyn Winter replied, "Who told you all to ignore ?"
"When did I ever ignore you?"
"You’re always with the big bad guy."
Hannah nearly laughed out of frustration. "So you decided to find a tree and marry it instead?"
Evelyn Winter puffed his cheeks in defiance. "That’s not a tree; that’s Freedom!"
"Alright, Freedom," Hannah nodded.
She really couldn’t comprehend Evelyn Winter’s train of thought.
The car fell into a brief silence before Evelyn Winter tugged at his seatbelt, leaning toward Hannah with the utmost sincerity plastered on his face.
"What are you doing?" Hannah asked.
Evelyn Winter maintained that unwaveringly earnest expression.
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