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!"

this tall,” he said and compared his height with Irene. Irene patted his little head and picked him up to let him sit on her lap.

Tommy quickly replied, "Yes."

gave him a

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

as if troubles came with

her just then. "Nope," Irene replied, kissing his

his eyes. Irene stared

brimming with energy just

she feel

Tommy. I played every trick you played before—can't fool me," Irene said, putting him in his seat at the table. "No going to be until you're done

pretending. Was he

understand that adults were children once and would have

see

and asked, "When is

not keep her eyes on him 24/7 if Daddy

stiffened for a moment and sighed ever so subtly—she had no idea

"Mommy, you should call Daddy! I miss

the boy. "Did you think you