As a school teacher, you didn’t exactly get many breaks. Until summer hits, that is. You managed to save up enough money for a nice, long getaway on the Florida beaches. And it’s safe to say you’ve been needing this opportunity for a vacation.

You suntanned on the beach, laying on your back on your towel. There was a slight, cool breeze that blew calmly. You tuned out the sounds of birds squawking and people chattering until you felt a little hand poke your side.

You looked up, your vision slightly blurred from the sun but once it settled, you saw a little girl standing above you. Probably just curious. You were about to ask where her parents were until a man came and scooped her up, scolding her.

“Morgan, what did I say about staying where I can see you?”

He shook his head. Then glanced at you and chuckled awkwardly.

“Apologies..she’s at that age where she just goes where ever she wants.”