Six years old
“It’s innocence when it charms us, ignorance when it doesn’t.” ~Mignon McLaughlin
We were sitting on our porch, heads in our hands, staring out onto the street. We had gone there to escape but we could still hear my parents arguing in the house. The birds tried chasing their voices away with their songs, but their songs weren’t strong enough to chase away my sadness.
“It’ll be okay,” Caleb said from beside me.
“I know,” I responded. The grown ups would always say that. ‘We’re just having a disagreement. We’ll make-up later.’ Sometimes they did, sometimes they didn’t but the way Caleb said it always made me feel better.
He pointed up to the sun lowering in the sky, “You see that?” he asked. “We’ll always chase the sunny parts.”
I looked at him, “Together?”