Clarity

“We’ve moved on now but if I’m honest, I am still a little bit in love with the way that we were.”

- Atticus

I stood up in shock when I felt someone open the door.

I quickly bent over the side of the bed to hide. I thought there was no one so I looked up and my heartbeat immediately quickened when there was a child in front of me. Wearing a mask and I think he’s four or five years old.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned me.

"Uhm, because of Gulf?" I answered skeptically.

Why do I feel like I'm being scolded?

"Dada?" He asked and held my hand. Shit! I'm still holding the polaroid! "Oh! Are you my Dada's friend?" The kid exclaimed and he snatched the picture from me.

"Wait, kiddo! Uhm, that's not mine. Can you give it to me so that I can return it in the box?" I pleaded and he was obedient, he immediately gave me the picture and held my hand.

"Wait. I'm not allowed to go out!" I halted.

"Why? I'll let you meet my Mama-Lola and Uncle Mild!" He innocently said.