When Aatrox came down the stairs, the first thing he saw was Alex playing with the kids. "Good night, Dad."
Alex heard Aatrox and answered with a smile on his face. "Good night, son, how was school?"
"All right, after class, my theater teacher took me to açaí." Aatrox said quietly.
"That's great! And you like it? It's been a long time since I took açaí." Alex said.
"Yes, I liked it very much. My teacher is a friend of the store owner, so she sold me a little bit to do at home." Aatrox said.
"Ahh yes, that's g..." Before Alex could say anything, in his mind, an image of a child playing passed by, then this child grew up and became a teenager... In a fraction of a second, Alex's life passed before his eyes: 'Damn, I knew someone would die today, I just didn't know it would be me! I can't let him try to make açaí at all. Alex thought when he got up quickly from the ground.
