the earth has music for those who listen
"A new word?" Always thirsty for knowledge, Mateo smiles brightly up at his father, straightening up with his rocks in hand to try and listen for the pronounciation. He adds his stones to the pile and turns around, thinking hard before trying it on his tongue. "So-na-re. Sognare." Like a sponge to the language, the accent hugs around the word just as Remi's does, and Mateo splashes back into the water. "Sognare," he repeats. "Cielo. Oceano. What does the new word mean, Da?"
Knowing that they have worked together to achieve their success has pride swelling in the boy's chest, and he wades in a bit deeper to look as Remi sifts the sand with such ease. "Do we have enough rocks to make Ludo happy, do you think?" he asks, playfully splashing some water at his father at the same time.
Knowing that they have worked together to achieve their success has pride swelling in the boy's chest, and he wades in a bit deeper to look as Remi sifts the sand with such ease. "Do we have enough rocks to make Ludo happy, do you think?" he asks, playfully splashing some water at his father at the same time.
