ears never ceased to roll down his cheeks as he sat gazing at the garden. His eyes, though tiered, was searching someone; they shone with expectations and eagerness.
His worried mother, drew the five years old closer and caressed his hair. Then, her husband returned after work. The gloominess at home because of their child’s grief was worrying them.
He took their son and handed over an envelope. It held a framed photograph of Goofy, their pet dog, who died because of a mysterious fever. He kept it close to his heart and cuddled between his parents; tears in eyes and smile in lips.