⟦I've finally turned seven-⟧ A small boy sitting at a desk was writing in his journal. He was beautiful with large black eyes, white skin, and a gorgeous head of black hair. "Finally..." He lowly muttered as he finished writing. He was finally going to learn magic. 'It's been seven years, huh.' He slowly leaned his body on the back of the chair and looked up with closed eyes. He slowly reminisced the events that transpired when he first opened his eyes.
'To think I've been reborn to a magical such as this.' He thought silently. He was just a white-collared worker before his rebirth. He was, unfortunately, working in an exploitative workplace with mostly work and little rest. His only time of rest was consumed by his hobbies which can be said to be one of the happiest moments in his time on earth. 'When will father come back.- He remembered the first memory he has upon arriving in the world. He was in the arms of a large bulky man with bronze skin. A large coat navy blue beard ran down the chin. It was his father. Well, the father who adopted him. He was large but usually soft-spoken. Strong but very gentle. 'I'm lucky to meet him.' Compared to the orphaned life he had on earth, he was truly grateful from the bottom of his heart.
The sound of the front door opening creaked and a large figure came in with bags on both arms. He opened his eyes and turned his head towards the entrance.
"Father!" He hurriedly stood up from the desk when he realized the person who came in.
"Slowly now, Little Sprout. Be careful of falling." He put down what he was holding and soon embraced his son.
"Father, I'm seven now. You promised to teach me magic."
"Yes, yes. I did promise you that but it's getting late. Let me cook us up dinner first."
"Father, let me do it for you."
"You? But you haven't even touched the kitchen once."
"It's fine, father. I've been watching you do it so I'm pretty confident with my craft."
"Okay, okay. Well, I'll just watch from behind to see if you need any help."
"Father let me help you with that as well."
Father and son took up one bag each in their arms as they headed towards the kitchen.
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"Amazing. Can't believe your cooking's really good." His father gave praise. He took it. He did pay for classes from before.
They were already laying down in bed. His father had only built one bedroom when he built the cabin. The bed was huge but his father miscalculated his growth when he had made it. That was why the two were squeezed in. But, for him, it was fine.
"I'm blowing out the candle."
"Okay, Father."
Darkness enveloped and drowsiness attacked. Before he fell prey to sleep, he rolled his body towards his father. Feeling warmth, he looked up and gazed upon his father's vague face in the dark. Then, while slowly closing his eyes, he remembered what he had written this afternoon. ⟦It may be a bit childish to behave like this but... I hope every day would be as happy as it is right now.⟧