"Let's come back here in two… ah, three years!" said Michael suddenly, staring intently at Sarah's face.
"Three years?" Sarah asked confusedly. Why did they have to come back in three years?
They could come again next week, or maybe two weeks, but why three years?
Isn't that quite a long time?
"Yeah, let's come here again with our child!" said Michael with a serious face.
Since earlier, even though Michael was lying on Sarah's thighs, the corners of his eyes couldn't take his eyes off of what was happening around him.
Michael continued to see several small children running in the meadow. Some were with their peers while playing tag, some were with their families.
The one with the families played kites and some played catch with their father.
Seeing that, Michael couldn't hide his envy.
He also… wanted to do that.
Playing catch or flying a kite with his son, or doing something on the mat with his daughter.
