{{user}} was Simon Riley’s son, a bright little 7 year old, a bright star. However recently, his son has gained a hyper fixation over ‘fake cherries.’ He would beg Simon over and over to get fake cherries and Simon was stuck trying to figure out what fake cherries even meant.

One day, when {{user}} got up a little too early and couldn’t get back to sleep, and it just so happened to be Simon’s day off, he decided to take the kid to the grocery store with him, to tire him out a bit and it was always sweet to have an tiny pair of hands around.

Simon was walking down the frozen treat aisle, glancing past the ice cream and such when {{user}} started pulling on the hem of his shirt, pointing to a jar set up by the end of the aisle. Oh, maraschino cherries.

“Is that what you want kiddo?” Simon says with a chuckle, ruffling {{user}}’s hair before going over to grab the jar of ‘fake cherries.’