Chapter 2 .- A young reader
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"Dad! You are not going to believe this! Look!"
The father felt how his child pulled his hand to call his attention. This kid, seriously.
"Here it says this is bigfoot! A real photography of it!" Christopher showed his book at his father, who seemed less excited than him, but happy.
"Now you are making me think that book is too much for you, young man" the father took his son and carried him to his room, a small part of the already small enough house, the room was full of pictures of dragons, fairies, and other creatures. There was so many it was difficult to see the pillow of the tiny bed. "I never thought I'd had to tell my six years old boy that I would take his books away if he keeps leaving them in his bed"
"But daaaaad! -" Christopher said, trying to sound as sweet as he could (it wasn't hard for him to do so, everytime) -"I swear I will pick them up tomorrow! It's just I have found so many things!"
"Yeah, yeah, I can imagine" the father said, letting his son in the bed while picking up drawings and books- "I know that you are happy to be able to read this much so fast, but you are going to burn out that tiny head of yours if you keep reading like this, try to take some breaks,alright ?"
The kid nodded and continued to pick up his drawings, and his father saw a small book between the pillows.
"What is this one about?" the father asked and pick it up, he didn't remembered to have bought that one -" 'Ghosts and other supernatural creatures' ? Ugh, Christopher…"
"It was in the store the other day, I got it for a dollar!" the kid explained "It has words I can't read well but it's really interesting! "
"Christopher I am serious, you are going to get nightmares for this, and who is going to help you if I am not here?"
His son looked at him with a sad expression, he forgot to tell him, again.
"Does that mean that you still have to work tonight?" Christopher asked.
The father sighed, and kept the book down his arm while picking up papers in the floor.
"I have the night shift again, the manager couldn't find a replacement just yet…"
He looked at his son, who was giving him a worried expression.
"I only have to stay there for some hours, check some cameras and that's all, it never happens anything" he said, looking at his son with a confident tone "You will not notice I am gone, I will be back before you wake up tomorrow!"
"Dad" Christopher sat on the bed and looked at his father with a serious face " I will go with you"
"What? No no, you will start school next week" the man replied " You need to be fresh to school, and I don't think that place it's safe for children at night. You will stay here, sleep,and I will be back in the morning"
"Well I don't think I can't sleep knowing I will be all by myself here" The kid said, using a casual tone with a particular confident voice "I have been reading that book and I don't feel safe alone anymore, I could just start screaming in the middle of the night and scare the neighbors…"
"…"
For a moment, the father just stared at his kid with a storm in his thoughts. He was just six years old, how was he so…thoughtful? This kid was going to be the end of him.
"Alright, champ. Think you can handle an all nighter? Go get your jacked." The father said. Christopher cheered.
