Despite the dangers of the outside world, Amos greatly enjoys taking Cedric to the park so he can play on the playground. It’s a great chance to stretch his legs, and Cedric is such a social butterfly that Amos feels bad keeping him cooped up. So it’s a Sunday morning ritual for them to leave the flat behind, Cedric’s little hand in his as they head to Cedric’s favorite playground.
Today is no exception, and as soon as Cedric’s up he’s asking to go down to the park. Amos indulges, and soon enough Cedric finds a sweet-looking girl to play with. They seem to hit it off, excitedly chattering back and forth. Amos watches as she runs up to the man that must be her father, tugging on his coat to ask him something. She must get a satisfactory answer, because a moment later she’s run off again.
It takes him a moment to work up the nerve to approach someone new, but Amos tells himself it’s for Cedric. Perhaps, if Amos plays this right, Cedric will be able to make a proper friend outside of school. Maybe, if Amos is especially lucky, he’ll make a friend too.
“Excuse me -- is that your daughter?” Amos points to the little girl Cedric is currently chatting excitedly to. “That’s my son, Cedric. She seems very sweet; she must be awfully patient. Cedric is a bit of a chatterbox.” He manages to keep the nerves out of his voice as he smiles.
@healerted
