One afternoon in the countryside, Tifa Lockhart was sitting back on the grassy ground lookin up at the cloudy sky, her adopted son Chris Thorndyke was sitting next to her. It had been a couple days since Tifa decided to adopt the young boy, especially after his family had been killed.

However, while giving Chris the love he needed and making sure not to abandon him was important, Tifa knew she had to keep him happy as best she could and ensure he didn't start grieving and crying over the loss of his parents again.

While Tifa was smiling, she noticed a frown on Chris' face, it looked like he was bored with nothing to do. She pat him on the shoulder and put an arm around him. "What's wrong, Chris?" Tifa asked, "Is there something you're thinking about?"

"Nothing..." Chris said, "It's just... The sky looks gorgeous."

"You don't sound happy."

"Ok." Chris sighed, "I'm... kinda bored, I just wish my family was still here, we used to play together when there was t..."

His eyed started welling up, it seemed he was about to cry and Tifa could see it. Chris sniffled and the black-haired fighter hugged him tight, gently kissing his forehead.

"Don't cry, Chris." She said, "You have me now and I can make you happy."

"W-What can you do, Miss Tifa?" Chris asked.

An idea sparked in her mind. "Well, how would you like me to entertain you?"

"With what?"

"My skills."

"What kind of skills?"

"I'm great at gymnastics." (fanfare)

Chris' eyes brightened, "Really? You're into that."

"Well, most of the time, my acrobatics are part of my combat and martial arts skills. If you're not interested, we could..."

"No, Miss Tifa, that would sound amazing."

"Want me to start now?"

Chris nodded.

"Thanks for accepting my suggestion, Chris." Tifa hugged him.

"It's no problem, Ms. Tifa."

"I haven't started yet, so..." Tifa stood up, "Just sit back and watch."

"Alright,"

Tifa walked a few paces from Chris and flexed her muscles, then she adjusted her crop top, dusted her skirt off and winked at Chris. A drumroll started she kneeled over and then jumped backwards, tucked her body and flipped backwards before landing on her feet perfectly and the drumroll ended with a cymbal crash.

"T-Tifa, that was awesome!" Chris exclaimed with amazement.

"What you just saw was a warm up." Tifa giggled, "I got more for you, Chris."

She flexed again and bent over, this time she did a full-on handstand while facing Chris. Tifa looked up, winked at him and started flexing and bending her legs. She raised an arm, balancing on the other. Then Tifa got on her knees, bent over again and did a headstand.

Chris oohed and ahhed while an observing far away audience applauded amazed by his adopted mother's gymnastics.

Tifa got back up, jumped and then did a flip. Then she lay down and flipped her body backwards. Chris smiled even more, then Tifa bent forward and did a somersault. Chris giggled; he was feeling happier than ever before. Tifa smiled, knowing that she was succeeding in making her adopted son a happy camper.

"Now for something awesome..." Tifa said in a sing-song voice, indicating what she was going to pull off next.

Another big drumroll started as she backed up, stretched her arms and ran forward, bent over like she was doing a handstand and, to Chris' amazement, she did a cartwheel. Tifa flipped onto her feet gracefully and winked down to the entertained boy as the drumroll intensified.

Ready for another, Tifa backed up and ran forward, then she cartwheeled past Chris, did a handstand, then another cartwheel and backflipped higher than ever. Tifa tucked her body in, spinning gracefully and landed on the ground as the drumroll stopped before doing another backflip and landed to a cymbal-crash.

"Ta-da!" Tifa announced, posing dramatically like a gymnast after an Olympic-style gymnastics routine.

Chris started applauding excitedly and jumped to his feet, amazed by his adopted mother's performance. The invisible audience erupted in tumultuous applause and Tifa bowed gracefully before Chris hugged her. "Thank you, Tifa." He said, "Thank you so much."

"No, thank YOU for being a good boy." Tifa replied, she hugged Chris back.

"Can we go for a walk?" Chris asked.

"Sure." Tifa took the boy's hand, and so the two walked off while the invisible audience finished their applause for Tifa's acrobatics, breathing the fresh air and enjoying the rest of their afternoon without a worry about boredom in the world.

The End