Tasia nodded. "Let's go home."
The four of them turned and stepped back toward the end of the bridge that was covered in fog. The steps of the little family were light and full of laughter.
Tasia barely noticed that two round eyes were silently watching her from the underside of the bridge. From the corner of her eye, Tasia caught the existence of the eyes. She stopped in her tracks. The two eyes with thick eyelashes blinked.
Tasia looked at her family who were still walking slowly in front. They didn't seem to notice that Tasia had stopped to look at the figure who had somehow gotten to the edge of the bridge.
With a confused face, Tasia approached him. "Hey.. Why are you playing there?"
Those two eyes belonged to a charming, cute little boy. He seemed to be only three years old because his body was still small and short.
"Why are you alone?" Tasia asked again.
