"Don't you have a pool?" She heard her son asking his great-grandmother as they sat by the swing under the old tree.
She watched her son's eyes wander around the area, probably looking for the next thing he would do. She believed he was like a sponge who could not get enough of the place, absorbing everything his eyes could see.
"We don't need it." Grandma Esme replied with a lovable smile, watching her son with fondness. "But we do have a big lake just over those trees. You should ask your father to take you there."
She pointed to an area beyond the field, further down the path. However, it was too far to see, and the thick branches and leaves of the trees lining up on the other side covered most of the field.
She could see that Grandma Esme's suggestion had piqued her son's interest as his eyes followed her fingers. She knew she would expect her son to nag her about it soon.
