Pop!
Little Otter tossed out the floating bridge made of driftwood and rope, perfectly laying it against the shore. As one stepped onto it, a slight wash of foam squeezed through the gaps, damp but not drenching, leaving the soles unsoaked.
"Alright, Dad, Mom, this is far enough. You can go back now!"
It was the first time the young boy ventured far from home. He anticipated being unfamiliar with the world, naturally feeling nervous and nostalgic for his hometown. Yet, in his heart, he didn't want his peers to see him as a child clinging to his parents, getting looked down upon. So, gritting his teeth, with a determined stride and without a backward glance, he boarded the ship across the floating bridge, acting with nonchalant impatience.
This seemingly "unfeeling" demeanor caused the three mothers to sigh in lament.
"This child... "
