C10 Hope

Priscilla POV

“Hope! Come back here!” I shouted, laughing and out of breath as I chased after a small figure running ahead of me.

The four-year-old boy turned around briefly, his little feet almost slipping on the dusty road, his eyes bright with mischief. He laughed, a sound so pure and carefree that it made my chest ache in the best way.

“Mama