Short Story | False Humans

"We're all good at talking big, aren't we?" the young friend's son asked me.

I looked into his sincere eyes, but didn't want to tell him - the truth.

Child betrayed, at school - hurt by what he thought was a good friend.

"I always thought we were good friends!" he cried.

Once upon a time, this is the truth that only adults know, but now even children know it clearly.

The world has changed, but I don't know how to care about him. Is there really sincerity between people? Or is it just a matter of pure interest?

I try to comfort him - "Maybe you are thinking too much! Tomorrow if you forget everything, you will start all over again!"

"Really? Don't lie to me!"

Although this is just comforting speech, am I really telling the truth?

Children should grow up happily, and don't know the cruelty of society until they grow up...

But is there a need for them to know the truth sooner? Will it be too early...

Because of this, I think back a lot of the past. The same is true of the previous school, some people are more powerful,

Some people are more afraid of things, is this because of their parents? All the time they'll just put things on you without asking anything...

Of course I know the kids are still young, but a lot of people have to go to work after all, and the kids go back to sleep when they get home, they work hard for the kids - in the end nothing is clear…

"Uncle promises you that the road in the future will definitely be rainy!" I replied to the child's words, still thinking in my heart, will the fault of adults affect the next generation after all? Is the fault of the child the fault of the parents?

The sun has gone down, I was in the park with my child, waiting for my good friend to leave work, he finally arrived under the sunset, sweating profusely, and wearing new clothes that were not neat, "Are you obedient? Uncle is very busy!" My friend ask.

"Dad!" The child rushed over. "Thank you for helping me take care of the child for so long!" My friend thanked.

That must be true, right? Although he thought so, why would he think about other things?

It seems that I think too much. "Goodbye uncle!" the child responded.

I looked at the backgrounds of their father and son, and I saw how many similarities there are between children and their parents!