Crying Child

Every Sunday, Mia, Thalia and I would go on a picnic. Mia likes to ride the Transjakarta bus. Lately, she and Thalia would be given the ‘special seats’. Today, when I asked Mia where she wanted to go, without hesitating she said “Ragunan”. The last place we went with Thalia. Which was fun.

We were walking beneath the big trees. Not far, a couple of monkeys were snacking off another monkey’s head. Yet nothing seemed to amuse my 5 year old.

“Dad?”
“Yes, Honey?”
“If I let go of this balloon. Where will it end up?”
“I’m not sure. Why?”
“If it ends up in Heaven, will Thalia know it’s from me?”

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