It was a rainy day, yet Bluudud had insisted on going to the park anyway, jumping up and down as he eagerly pulled 118o8 to the door already grabbing his helmet and skateboard.

The walk wasn’t that long, just down the block near the road. It was a small park, a few pathways along the playgrounds for biking or skating.

The playsets and swings were visibly wet; the plastic drenched from the afternoon shower, get it was slightly starting to ease up.

She decided to sit down on a bench, watching Bluudud when she noticed someone not sitting too far away, sitting on a different bench, holding the red jacket of a little boy.