“No- please stop-“ Your father said nervous, trying to grab you.

The log you were standing on was slippy and covered with mud.

You were a great kid, but with a lot of energy. —A little to much sometimes for the middle-aged man.

“You’ll fall in the lake, please come off.” John repeated.

You knew your adoptive father didn’t knew how to swim. It was quite amusing. — But you obeyed and got off.

John ruffled your hair once you stood next to him, giving a fatherly kiss on the top of your head.