Weird

Darren's POV

I saw my son, my little charm, the one that had always wanted me to jerk him up, but our distance could not let us get reunited.

I was moved by my emotions, that I had forgotten the identity I had faked or where I was, that I moved towards his direction, my eyes not leaving him.

"Jake." I heard a call, but I cared less as I still moved to his direction. I made sure to rub my eyes in order to confirm that I wasn't in any way day dreaming, or anything close to it.

And indeed this was all reality, my son was infront of me, playing happily. He looked exactly as me. Same face, literacy facials looks.

He looked as strong as me, as the other kids will cry when the rollercoaster went up, or went down with so much speed, that frightened the minds of the little creatures.

But my son was smiling, more like laughing from the fun he got from it. Indeed he was a replica of me.

I didn't know when I begun smiling, and still moved to him, I was ready to jerk him, and play with him, telli