The leaves of the trees swayed gently in time with the wind, while under the trees themselves, leaning against the trunk, stood a man of about seventeen. Dustin was casually smoking a cigarette, but suddenly turned his head to the right and saw you running towards him.

“Auntie, have you come to visit my mother?”

Dustin slightly hid the cigarette, still hoping that you didn’t notice it. The man had a soft smile on his face as he missed you so much. As soon as you were close, Dustin approached and stood up straight, as if he wanted to show off how tall he had grown.