"Richard, why did we get up so early? Are we going to the amusement park?" Casimir Shaw had been woken up early and rubbed his eyes while asking.
"We're going to pay respects to our elders." Richard Shaw, dressed formally for once in a black suit, set up Casimir's breakfast dishes.
"Oh." Casimir nodded, slipped on his little tiger jacket, and sleepily went to brush his teeth. In this unfamiliar setting, he fumbled his way toward the yard but nearly bumped into the hotel suite's wall. Feeling frustrated, Casimir bemoaned that Richard really wasn't taking him to the amusement park—other kids always got to go with their mom and dad.
Early in the morning, Casimir was already feeling gloomy. But seeing that Richard seemed even unhappier, the young boy grabbed his sketchpad and pencil on the car ride and, with his immature strokes, drew a serious and wrinkled Richard alongside a cartoonishly smiling and radiant Casimir.
