Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam X.
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1 Gifts Shown
As Jamil went to primary school, he began to imagine less. His father is pleased with this. He was a good boy, although sometimes he tended to tell lies to gain more attentions. Political environment in South America was relatively stable as compared to the other parts of the world, so children could go to school normally. But who knows where the future lies…
Edward and Verona continued to live in England. Their lives were also smooth ones. They had good jobs, with Edward as a professor of Physics and Verona was also an expert of a different field. Their little girl grew day by day. These two happy families would soon have a discovery.
Two years later…
Verona locked the doors of her car. It was ten o'clock in the evening. She has worked all day long, examining the papers written by students. Being an associate professor was surely no easy job. She had to spend time on students as well as continuing her research. "Tomorrow, I have to get satellite images of Mediteranean Sea." She thought. "And also call Dr. Domingo for the information of the conference."
She saw the windows of her home were lighted up and went into it. The babysitter saw her and began to pack her things. "Thanks, Liz. I'm sorry that I'm a little bit late. Do you want to have some supper?" Verona asked the babysitter. "No, thanks." The babysitter answered and she opened the door. "Bye" she said, and she left.
"Mum." A little girl ran out of a room, calling.
"So, little Goosey hasn't slept yet." She said and kissed her daughter.
"No, mum" said her daughter. Although she was just two years old, she could speak quite well.
"Mum, why is basalt black?" 'little goosey' suddenly asked.
"Which one is basalt?" Verona asked. Her daughter pulled her into the study and picked one specimen of black stone.
"This one."
"Who tell you that it is basalt?" Verona asked in a surprise.
"Liz told me that. But why different … o ..oxides can give different colours? Isn't that all magma from the ground are the same?"
Verona looked at her with widened eyes. Although this question was easy to answer, it is difficult for a two-year-old girl to remember all the terms like 'basalt' and 'oxides'. Her daughter still looked at her eagerly, hoping she would give her an answer. Verona picked her up and carried her to her bed. She made her little girl lied comfortably in bed. Then she began her bed time story,
"There are two kinds of magma and they have different compositions…" Her daughter looked at her in amazement. The things were surely too difficult for her, but she was amazed by the things stored in her mother's mind. Slowly, sleepiness took over her and she felt fast asleep.
At the same time…
"Jamil," Jamil's mother opened the door and looked into the room. Jamil was doing nothing, but staring blankly. "Are you feeling well? Let mama have a look at you." his mother said. "I'm fine." Answered the eight- year-old Jamil in a very tired voice. his mother looked at him, he was pale and had been pale for a few days. He ate and talked little during those days. "What happened? Something happened in school?" she asked, gently stroking his hair. "Nothing happened." He looked at his mother. "Mama, what will happen if someone die?" he suddenly asked. "Why? Why do you ask this question?" his mother asked in concerned. Jamil just shook his head, "I hope he did not feel any pain." He said sadly. "Jamil, tell me, who's dead?" his mother gently pulled him beside her, stroking his deep brown hair. "I don't know, I don't know his name. He had very little hair and wore a purple coat. He was shot." he said. His mother began to worry, Jamil has not stopped imagining things even after going to school. Sometimes, he made up stories like people fighting with guns or mobile suits. "Silly, nothing happened." She said as she soothed him. "It has happened, it is true." Jamil's voice was so truthful, his mother sighed. "OK, it's late now. You have to go to sleep."
It was late at night. Jamil's mother turned on the radio before she went to sleep. "This is a special news announcement. Mr. Costa, the president of the South American Region, was assassinated in his office two hours ago. He was certified death half an hour ago. Federation Governmnet expressed …" Unseen by Jamil's mother, the television of her neighbour showed a nearly bared middle-aged man being carried away to the ambulance. Although the coat was stained with blood, it could be clearly seen that the coat was purple in colour.
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1 Gifts Shown
As Jamil went to primary school, he began to imagine less. His father is pleased with this. He was a good boy, although sometimes he tended to tell lies to gain more attentions. Political environment in South America was relatively stable as compared to the other parts of the world, so children could go to school normally. But who knows where the future lies…
Edward and Verona continued to live in England. Their lives were also smooth ones. They had good jobs, with Edward as a professor of Physics and Verona was also an expert of a different field. Their little girl grew day by day. These two happy families would soon have a discovery.
Two years later…
Verona locked the doors of her car. It was ten o'clock in the evening. She has worked all day long, examining the papers written by students. Being an associate professor was surely no easy job. She had to spend time on students as well as continuing her research. "Tomorrow, I have to get satellite images of Mediteranean Sea." She thought. "And also call Dr. Domingo for the information of the conference."
She saw the windows of her home were lighted up and went into it. The babysitter saw her and began to pack her things. "Thanks, Liz. I'm sorry that I'm a little bit late. Do you want to have some supper?" Verona asked the babysitter. "No, thanks." The babysitter answered and she opened the door. "Bye" she said, and she left.
"Mum." A little girl ran out of a room, calling.
"So, little Goosey hasn't slept yet." She said and kissed her daughter.
"No, mum" said her daughter. Although she was just two years old, she could speak quite well.
"Mum, why is basalt black?" 'little goosey' suddenly asked.
"Which one is basalt?" Verona asked. Her daughter pulled her into the study and picked one specimen of black stone.
"This one."
"Who tell you that it is basalt?" Verona asked in a surprise.
"Liz told me that. But why different … o ..oxides can give different colours? Isn't that all magma from the ground are the same?"
Verona looked at her with widened eyes. Although this question was easy to answer, it is difficult for a two-year-old girl to remember all the terms like 'basalt' and 'oxides'. Her daughter still looked at her eagerly, hoping she would give her an answer. Verona picked her up and carried her to her bed. She made her little girl lied comfortably in bed. Then she began her bed time story,
"There are two kinds of magma and they have different compositions…" Her daughter looked at her in amazement. The things were surely too difficult for her, but she was amazed by the things stored in her mother's mind. Slowly, sleepiness took over her and she felt fast asleep.
At the same time…
"Jamil," Jamil's mother opened the door and looked into the room. Jamil was doing nothing, but staring blankly. "Are you feeling well? Let mama have a look at you." his mother said. "I'm fine." Answered the eight- year-old Jamil in a very tired voice. his mother looked at him, he was pale and had been pale for a few days. He ate and talked little during those days. "What happened? Something happened in school?" she asked, gently stroking his hair. "Nothing happened." He looked at his mother. "Mama, what will happen if someone die?" he suddenly asked. "Why? Why do you ask this question?" his mother asked in concerned. Jamil just shook his head, "I hope he did not feel any pain." He said sadly. "Jamil, tell me, who's dead?" his mother gently pulled him beside her, stroking his deep brown hair. "I don't know, I don't know his name. He had very little hair and wore a purple coat. He was shot." he said. His mother began to worry, Jamil has not stopped imagining things even after going to school. Sometimes, he made up stories like people fighting with guns or mobile suits. "Silly, nothing happened." She said as she soothed him. "It has happened, it is true." Jamil's voice was so truthful, his mother sighed. "OK, it's late now. You have to go to sleep."
It was late at night. Jamil's mother turned on the radio before she went to sleep. "This is a special news announcement. Mr. Costa, the president of the South American Region, was assassinated in his office two hours ago. He was certified death half an hour ago. Federation Governmnet expressed …" Unseen by Jamil's mother, the television of her neighbour showed a nearly bared middle-aged man being carried away to the ambulance. Although the coat was stained with blood, it could be clearly seen that the coat was purple in colour.