"Ahagha!" giggled a little child, as he ran around his house with a pair of scissors in clasped in his hand.
"Oh Sheru! Come back, that's dangerous!" his mother called after him as he ran past her. She had silky dark brown hair which were long and fell lightly around her as she chased after her child. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel colour. She caught the child and tried to take the scissors from him, but the child struggling.
*Ding*
The child looked up curiously as the bell rang.
"Oh! Looks like Daddy's home!" the mother exclaimed.
"Dada!" squealed the child gleefully and ran towards the front door. Just as the child reached the door opened and he was swept of his feet by strong arms and into a warm embrace.
"So, What's my little speedster been upto today?" the father asked. He had a strong build and handsome face with light brown hair that shone a goldish colour under the sun.
"Dady!" exclaimed the child cheerfully.
"He was running around with scissors." told the mother.
"Hey, that's a very dangerous thing to do," said the father.
"But I wanted to cut my dwawing!"
"Listen, when you grow up and become a strong man like your daddy you can cut anything you want using scissors, okay?"
"Otay! Race you to dinner!" exclaimed the child and took off for the dining room. He was three years old, he had the same hair as his father and the eye colour of his mother. His name is/was Shaheer Afzal and he was born to Shayan Afzal and Sarah Afzal.