Every sunrise and sunset, in their endless cycle, offered a different view.
Beneath this sea of neon lights, there was its own unique hustle and bustle.
Melody Monroe stood at the window, gazing out at the tapestry of neon lights. They reflected in her eyes, sparkling with their own unique brilliance.
'I wonder what Ian is doing right now.' The thought made her miss him so much her chest ached.
Melody Monroe took out her phone and dialed Ian's number.
Ian was sitting on a small stool, intently studying the instruction manual. He had just finished dinner and was now busy building with his blocks. 'When Mom gets back, I'll have all of these finished to show her!'
He hadn't touched the few small trees his mother had built and was carefully protecting them.
'Because they look just like Ian and Mom!'
"Mom's calling! Mom's calling!" The phone watch suddenly rang.
Ian immediately looked up and picked up his phone watch.
"Mom!"
"Sweetheart, have you eaten?"
