The Runaway Groom

After thinking about it for a long while, Tommy eventually said, "I want to learn how to shoot.”

Irene was speechless while Tommy continued, miming firing a gun. “I saw it on TV. They were like—whoosh!—and hit the bull's eye. That's so cool!”

His little round eyes lit up as he spoke.

Boys would always be boys!

Still, Irene asked, "Don't you think you're too young? Maybe wait another year?"

Tommy shook his little head. "I can use something small."

"Alright, I'll ask around," Irene said. "Let's see if there's anything children like you can learn.”

Then, her tone changed as she said, "Alright, let's start today's lesson!" "Aren't we going to learn how to shoot?" Tommy asked.

“I don't know how to do it, so I can't teach you. I'll ask some people later, to see where you can learn," Irene explained patiently, watching him. "You have to learn what I teach even after you learn how to shoot. You'd have less time to play.”

Tommy's little eyes widened. "I'm just a kid. This is so stressful.”

Irene smiled. "You have a little brother, and that makes you a big boy, so you should act like one!"

with Irene. Irene patted his little head and picked him up to let him sit on her lap. “You'll grow up to become a big man, and you'll have to protect me later. Or do you not want to grow

Tommy quickly replied, "Yes."

sighed and gave him a

to grow up quickly, but when they are adults, they would miss the carefree life

as if troubles came with

her just then. "Nope,"

sleepy, Mommy,” Tommy suddenly murmured, rubbing his

brimming

did she

fool me," Irene said, putting him in his seat at the table. "No going to be

certainly knew that he was pretending. Was he trying

simply did not understand that adults were children once and would have done what they were

see through

turned and asked,

would not keep her eyes on

so subtly—she

said, "Mommy, you should call Daddy! I miss

boy. "Did you think