Go outside and try to find out what was wrong with the boy

You go outside. Its a beautiful day. Cherry blossom floats serenely down from your tree. Spring snow your wife used to call it, before she stopped speaking.

You went up to the boy, and saw that it was your son. He was creaming because you were supposed to take him to school. You'd forgotten, again. He stopped screaming now that you had remembered, and he smiled.

He smiled.

It was beautiful.

The End

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