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It was a sunny and warm afternoon, and the three-year-old boy was happily kicking a soccer ball with his father. Anyone would have smiled at this sweet sight.
From afar, Angeline watched and clapped occasionally when her only child scored a goal. She stood up and cheered enthusiastically, causing Bryan to turn around and snort.
"You're just rooting for Jason?" Bryan asked. His tone sounded hopeless.
Without hesitation, Angeline nodded and smiled widely. "Of course I'm rooting for Jason!" she replied with an amused laugh.
Angeline was delighted to see Bryan's face, as if the man was showing that he too wanted support. Returning to her seat, Angeline slowly drank her mangosteen juice. She was really enjoying the atmosphere today. It felt calm and peaceful.
Truly, the happiness she now felt could not be expressed in words. Angeline was thrilled to see her little family intact like this.
Yes, she and Bryan had returned to the household with Jason as a complement. There was nothing more precious than that.
Angeline waved at Jason who turned to her and said, "Let Daddy win this time. Don't make me cry!"
Jason laughed, more like teased Bryan who looked rather upset. However, he didn't give him the ball as his mother had instructed.
"Just so you know, son, I gave in earlier to make you happy," Bryan teased back.
He would do anything to see his son laugh, and Bryan had deliberately neglected to guard his goal so Jason could score. Unexpectedly, Angeline, who was watching, didn't encourage him at all for the sacrifice he was willing to lose and make for their only child.
"Is it true?" Jason kicked the ball and ran.
Seeing that, Bryan followed. This time he wasn't going to give Jason a chance. Of course, he easily caught up, kicking the ball back as it rolled toward his goal.
"Dad!" Jason shouted loudly. He was surprised that his father was suddenly so strong, even though he had been leading the way.
Jason, who was still very young, didn't understand what sacrifice meant. He just thought he was the real hero because he had scored more than five times.
However, now it was Bryan's turn to laugh with delight. His sturdy legs only needed to run without power, but Jason was already lagging far behind.
Meanwhile, Angeline shook her head to see Jason's eyes filled with tears. She got up from her seat and walked into the house. Regarding Jason, Angeline entrusted everything to Bryan. The son and father should get closer by spending time together.
Angeline opened the refrigerator. At Bryan's house, there were apparently no cooking ingredients that could be processed. He himself had not had time to go shopping because he had been so busy lately. Angeline scratched her head absentmindedly and went back outside to her son and husband.
"Aren't you tired?" asked Angeline a little shouted, because the distance between her and Bryan and Jason was quite far.
The two men of different ages turned their heads and approached Angeline who was now waving. The ball that was originally a bone of contention just rolled on the green grass.
"I want to eat fried chicken!" Jason shook his fist in the air, a sign that he was very excited.
"Let's go to a restaurant instead." Bryan put his arm around his wife's waist intimately.
Angeline nodded and they went to a nearby restaurant to have lunch together. Today the trio's schedule was very relaxed. There were no work-related hassles. Angeline and Bryan had agreed to spend as much time as possible with Jason. Moreover, Bryan wanted to make up for the time that had passed.
Arriving at the nearest restaurant, Jason saw his favorite menu. The tiny hands asked Bryan to hold him.
"What do you want?" Bryan asked.
"Ice cream!" Jason replied excitedly.
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