& pulitzerwon !

       “ MM ?? “   she glances up, thumb halfway lifted to her mouth to gnaw upon it’s nail ( another bad habit to add to the list )        - suddenly made aware of her MINDLESS trek from the living room to the dining room and back again. well, not mindless per say : lately she’s found her thoughts running a mile a minute with no chance of slowing down.not quite something one wished to BURDEN their child with. so a smile forms, the corners of her gaze crinkling with the suddenness of it.

            “  EVERYTHING’S fine, kiddo. how’s the homework coming along ?? “

he’s a caring boy. perhaps, he got that from his father. maybe his mother ; who really knew. what mattered was that he couldn’t sit there while scenarios played within his head, wondering if things were okay. (  nine times out of ten ) , they were, but it didn’t make him feel any better until he was sure. his book carelessly tossed to the side, his focus was forward upon the one he called MOM.

❛ you sure? you just… seem off. want some water? ❜ before she could answer, he was speeding off toward the cupboard. thank the gods for superhuman flight because at his wee height, he wasn’t reaching anything without. just a simple hover was needed ; his cousin had been helping him when clark couldn’t. cup in hand, it was filled and into the hands of his mother in no time ! ❛ it’s okay. my teacher gave me a pansy and now all of the kids call me that. ❜ he’s not hurt nor is he offended. if they knew who he was, they wouldn’t say a thing. 

                          ❛  -          -  i wanted a chrysanthemum. can we get one? ❜