A small boy with a messy mop of brown hair and two different colored eyes watched his mother as she rung out her long dark hair. The boys' mother smiled down at the little man as she placed her sunset designed surfboard in the sand. Once his mother took a seat, the 7-year-old boy climbed into her lap. The woman, Carla Jaeger, smiled as she held her son close; both of them silent as they watched the ocean lick at their feet. After a moment of silence, the little boy spoke up.
"Mama (Mommy), where did you meet Vati (Daddy)?" he asked softly, his mother straining to hear over the sound of the crashing waves. She sighed quietly, as she thought of her husband who was never home. She knew Eren was hurting, he always was when his father, Grisha, was gone. Grisha hasn't been around much during Eren's childhood; being a doctor kept him at the hospital for hours, days, on end.
"I met him while I was on vacation. I was bound determined to find the perfect surfers paradise before the end of the summer. I spent days…maybe around three weeks before I found it…and Eren, besides you being born, finding Paradise was the best thing I have ever done," Carla started her story with her story, her small son watching the ocean with deep interest. "The sand was light and soft…the air was pure…the breeze wrapped around you almost like a silk blanket…the water was crystal clear and perfect temperature…I spent hours surfing and when I getting out of the water, something cut my leg. It was pretty deep and I didn't think I would get help in time…but then your father appeared and saved me" she finished with a smile. Eren turned to look up at his mother, his different colored eyes filled with wonder.
"Can we go to paradise, mama (Mommy)?" He asked. Carla looked at her son for a moment before ruffling his hair.
"I think you should find Paradise on your own, my littler nix (merman)" Carla said, smiling as she and Eren stood up and made their way toward the water.
"I'm not a nix (merman), Mama (mommy)! And why should I find it on my own?" Eren questioned from his seat on his mother's surfboard, smiling as he swung his feet through the water slowly. He giggled as a small wave moved him and his mother, making them bob in the water.
"You are like a nix (merman); you love the water as much as one. My son, I hope when you find paradise you find love as pure as your heart."
Okay so I've been playing around with this idea for a number of days. Please tell me what you think and if I should continue!