It was a tiny voice he heard calling him down from the roof he was tirelessly scrambling up on his quest for a better vantage point, unaware his white hood was like a beacon to the little boy. Every father knows that tone, that of their child calling to him specifically, calling for daddy. He tears off from his task, turning his gaze down into the street, and onto the little boy, onto the familiar figure settled on that low wall, her baby screeching to the high heavens.
"Maria? Maria!"
Cue his quick descent, his darting across the street to meet her. "Maria, is that you?"
A
It was a tiny voice he heard calling him down from the roof he was tirelessly scrambling up on his quest for a better vantage point, unaware his white hood was like a beacon to the little boy. Every father knows that tone, that of their child calling to him specifically, calling for daddy. He tears off from his task, turning his gaze down into the street, and onto the little boy, onto the familiar figure settled on that low wall, her baby screeching to the high heavens.
"Maria? Maria!"
Cue his quick descent, his darting across the street to meet her. "Maria, is that you?"