One afternoon, Logan found himself in a toy store. He was looking for a gift for Ocean for his third birthday. As he at the toy cars, he heard the sound of muffled cries. By the end cap was a child of around four years old, his fist running his eyes.
"Hey sweetie, are you lost?" Asked an older lady. The child nodded.
Seeing that the boy was already being helped, he continued with his shopping. He is not best with kids after all. It took a while for Ocean to warm up to him and the kid loves everyone! After deciding what he should get his "nephew", he made his way to the checkout counter. He was probably a good twenty feet away when the same old lady from earlier blocked his way.
"Oh sweetie ty, I think we found your daddy!" she exclaimed. Thinking she was talking to someone behind him, Logan side stepped. "Poor lad had been distraught, young man!" she said again, this time looking directly at Logan. She was talking to him.
"I- I'm not-" Logan looked between the lady and the child. He is now starting to feel like something is not right. He was about to walk pass them when the boy finally looked up. And that was when Logan froze in his tracks. There, standing before him seems to be the younger version of him.
"Well I'll leave you two now!" said the lady and she was gone before Logan could protest. Not really sure what to do, Logan got on one knee so he was eye level with the child.
"Hey buddy..." Logan said, his eyes inspecting his new companion. He concluded that he was not seeing things after all. The boy did look like his younger self - except for his freckled fair skin and red hair that is. wonder the lady thought he is his dad. He can not help but stare at the boy's shoulder length red hair. The shade reminded him so much of so many things. Like the locks that he used to wake up to... "What's your name?" he finally asked after shaking the thoughts off his mind.
"Wogie..." The boy said.
"Well, nice to meet you Wogie." Logan said, offering the child his hand. "My name is Logan Henderson." Instead of taking his hand, the boy gasped.
"That's what my mommy calls me when she's mad!" the boy said.
"What?"
"When I'm not nice to Sissy she would say, Wogan Piwip Hendrason Juyor, be nice to your sisyer!" Now it was Logan's turn to gasp.
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