Kids’ Dreams

VINCE AND VERA stood near the bonfire, carefully grilling marshmallows.

“Be careful with the fire,” Vivienne said, glancing at her children. “Don’t get too close.”

Vera gave her mom a sweet smile. “Don’t worry, Mom, we got this!”

The soft crackle of the fire and the distant sound of waves from the nearby sea were making the night more peaceful and tranquil.

Ezekiel, who was kneeling beside them, gave a playful grin.

“There’s a trick to making the perfect marshmallow, you know,” he said, carefully rotating his own marshmallow over the flames. “You have to be patient and let it brown slowly, not burn it.”

Vince, ever the serious one, nodded intently, listening to his dad’s advice.

“So, it’s all about timing?” he asked.

“Exactly,” Ezekiel replied, his tone encouraging. “Just watch it carefully, and it’ll turn golden brown. That’s when it’s perfect.”

Vivienne watched them with a soft smile as she sighed. Since she was not really fond of eating marshmallows, she was just watching her