Money Forever
The lady and her son lie in the large rope hammock strewn between two overgrown trees stretching far up into the sky. Sunlight makes it’s way through the numerous green leaves and their branches, dotting the two faces as they try to follow a squirrel jumping from limb to limb. The breeze makes the midmorning cool and pleasant before the onslaught of heat predicted for later that afternoon.
“Are you happy?” she asks him.
“Yes,” he replies. “But I would like a new toy.”
“We don’t have money for a new toy right now,” she answers him. “But we can play together if you’d like.”
They swing in silence for a few moments.
“I wish you had a job,” he tells her. “Then we could have money forever.”
“But then you wouldn’t have me around,” she responds a little hurt.
“That’s OK,” he says. “We could still visit eachother.”