Little Ben

“A fully customised ship and all spirit gems collected. No kidding?”, I ask in disbelief. “You bet! Are you looking down on me?”, he replies with a proud smirk on his face. However, he adds that one of the heart containers is selfishly tucked away in the Old Wayfarer’s pocket because he didn’t bother fishing. But I’m still impressed, it was three days ago when I lent him the handheld and he has finished the game. “Where’s your mom?”, I try to change the topic. “Oh, she went grocery shopping. She said she wouldn’t want to trouble you that much.”, he explains. I tell him I don’t mind helping every now and then. “Has your dad ever come visit?”, I dare myself to raise the question. His eyes are checking the door. Then he answers in a soft tone, “Yes, he has. Please keep this between you and me and the cat’s whiskers.”. He extends his little finger and we pinky swear to seal the promise.