The sound of peeled wood scraping was heard repeatedly. The front porch of a simple house. Calm and peaceful. A grown woman could be seen sitting on a chair there. Her hand held a piece of wood that had been worn down and was beginning to form something.
A small sharp knife shaved surface after surface. The remaining pieces of the cut wood fell to the floor, so many, piling up piece by piece.
The woman's eyes became more focused, her hands moved more slowly as she carved difficult corners. The blade of the knife entered the surface of the wood, halfway through—then the knife stopped.
The woman's focus was broken.
The gate door slid, making a rough sound as it collided with the stone wall. A young boy walked quickly toward the woman. In the middle of the path, the wind blew gently past him, the afternoon light softly touching his face.
A loud sound as the surface of his shoes touched the wooden boards. The boy stopped walking. In his hands, two red apples were shown to the woman.
"Mother look! Ceryn gave me these apples," said the boy while showing his apples.
"Is that so...the apples look very tempting," replied the woman with her gentle smile.
The boy showed the apples not only to inform his mother. Without warning, the boy opened his mouth. Both apples in his hands were bitten once.
The woman's eyebrows lifted slightly.
The boy chewed the apples. The sweetness met his tongue. One of the apples in his hand he extended further toward his mother.
"Mother...I-I think this apple is s-sweeter," said the boy while chewing the apple flesh in his mouth.
The woman could only smile. Her hand moved and took the apple shown to her. Even though the apple had already been bitten. The woman still accepted it.
"Thank you...Sin,"
Both of them smiled. Enjoying the sweetness of the apples dancing on their tongues. The empty chair beside the woman was filled. Warm conversation sounded pleasant to hear.