BLACK SUNNY G.

Riverside Town, California. Seven years later…

A school bus sounded its horn in a simple house that was quite large.

"Sunny, have you finished your breakfast?" Rose asked a little seven-year-old boy named Sunny.

Rose is currently busy preparing Sunny's equipment for his first day of school.

"Hmm, already, Mom!" Sunny replied as if lazy.

"Hey, why do you look down? Come on, it's your first day of school, honey! Cheer up!" Rose persuaded Sunny.

"Mom, do I have to go to that school? I do not want to. I'll be bored there, Mom! It's an elementary school and what I've learned from Daddy has gone a long way. Do you want me to look silly there?" Sunny snorted in annoyance and hoped that Rose would grant his whimper.

Rose stopped what she was doing when she heard Sunny's complaint. She smiled as she folded her arms across her chest.

"How old are you anyway?" asked Rose whose face had turned serious.