Accidentally become a father Chapter 83: The Park

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The park.

A low iron fence.

Lined with ornantal plants.

The paint slightly faded.

Swings on the left.

A slide on the right.

A sandbox in the middle.

A water fountain.

A walking path.

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I stopped at the entrance.

No gate.

Just an opening.

Yuna stopped beside .

Her eyes imdiately darted around.

Searching.

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Two kids stood near the swings.

Waving their hands.

"...Yuna!"

Their voices were louder than usual.

Lighter.

Yuna raised her hand slightly.

A simple reply.

"...yeah..."

She didn’t run straight away.

Just walked a bit faster.

Heading toward them.

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I entered after her.

A normal pace.

Unrushed.

The ground was a little dry.

Uneven grass.

Paved walkways.

So parts shifted out of place.

Yuna had arrived.

Standing in front of them.

"You took so long..."

One of them said.

"...sorry, I went shopping with Papa for a bit..."

Yuna replied.

The other one gave a small laugh.

"...that’s fine, let’s play..."

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They moved toward the swings.

Without waiting any longer.

Yuna followed.

Her steps lighter than usual.

I stopped near a wooden bench.

Sat down.

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The wood was slightly rough.

Uneven.

Not a problem.

I looked straight ahead.

Yuna sat on a swing.

Pushed gently by her friend.

Small movents.

Not too high.

The sound of creaking chains.

Repeating.

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The other one tried the slide.

Up.

Down.

Up again.

A simple pattern.

Repeating.

Yuna didn’t talk much.

But she wasn’t completely silent.

She had made friends.

Good.

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"...my turn..."

"...yeah, yeah..."

"...careful, don’t push too hard..."

I looked at the other children.

In the corner of the park.

Playing by themselves.

Or with their parents.

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No one was looking this way.

Alright.

An opportunity.

I leaned back slightly.

Looked at the sky.

Enough light.

Not too hot.

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A few minutes passed.

Without any changes.

It was ti.

I stood up.

I stepped toward the sandbox.

The corners of my lips lifted slightly.

There was a bit of hesitation.

But, there was excitent.

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Dry sand.

Not compact.

Couldn’t be shaped.

I stopped at the edge.

Looked around.

A small water tap nearby.

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I walked over.

Cupped a little water.

With my hands.

Returned.

Poured it onto the sand.

A little.

Not much.

I repeated it.

A few tis.

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The sand changed.

Heavier.

More compact.

Enough.

I crouched down.

My hands dug into the sand.

Pressing down.

Forming a base.

Flat.

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I began.

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