He glanced at his expensive wrist watch. There was still more time before his father came home. He continued his stroll and stopped in front of the pond. He admired it for a while and moved to the green meadows.

"The Meadows where we play," he murmured and smiled.

He used to be a playful little boy. Once, he had played for straight six hours with his friend Jessy in the meadows. They climbed all the trees in the garden, swam in the river, played with the frogs and the bunnies. They even uprooted a beautiful plant which earned them a great shout from his mother and she sent them...