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!"

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

Tommy quickly replied, "Yes."

gave

quickly, but when they are adults, they would miss the carefree life of their younger days and the bliss

if troubles

Tommy asked, looking up at her

Mommy,” Tommy suddenly murmured, rubbing his eyes. Irene stared at him for a

He was just brimming with

did she feel

I played every trick you played before—can't fool me," Irene said, putting him in

pretending. Was he trying to trick her

once and would have done what they were doing

see through them

turned and asked, "When is

knew? Maybe Mommy would not keep her

and sighed ever so subtly—she

you should call Daddy! I miss

you think you wouldn't