[Strayed]

The sun made its daily appearance in the east, discovered between golden clouds. Remnant solar rays crossed through different silent spaces, in a spectacular work.

A dawn accompanied by the singing of different birds, and the breathing of different flowers.

Flowers that a young man plucked, without shame, not even the roots were spared. With a smile, he terrified the population within a radius of endless meters, bringing despair with impenetrable shadows.

"Damn psychopath." The young man's companion said. He ranted against his partner, observing his insane actions.

"What's with that tone? Are you a fucking devil's mushroom?" The young man responded, with questions expressed violently.

"The one I have here, you damn bastard. Don't you see they have a family!" The young dark-haired man responded, while pointing out the large number of flowers that surrounded the previous ones plucked.

"Here you are the bastard, a fourth-rate socialist, an environmentalist and a dick-eater." The young man said, observing the flowers, composing a Sufi poem in his inspiration.

This took a mere second; Second, it was not the Berlin Wall collapsing, but one made up of microseconds.

"By the way, my Mother will come today. You will have to leave... You damned degenerate." The young man said until he was interrupted by the actions of his partner.

Who was now wearing a red bow, while holding a rose in his mouth. In an impossible pose, he highlighted his muscles.

"Repeat me, what time is dinner?" He asked, his voice deep and raspy, while smiling with his teeth and pecs.

"Daniel, you are not a sex symbol. Just an egocentric loner." The young man told him, observing his act with boredom.

"For niss Pearl it would be an Apache Helicopter to even a T-34." The young man identified as Daniel answered; who propellers and a tank attacks.

"In fact, you would make a good actor." The young man said, watching how his friend acted on a brave man who remained until the last second defending his line and even if that meant paying with his life.

"Mhmp, she wasn't even Ronnie." Daniel murmured as he watched his friend retreat inside his home.

"You should learn to shut your mouth, or one day your butt will turn red from the cheeks of the buddha's demon-subduing palm." The young man who was Federick shouted from inside his home. While he carefully positioned the previously picked flowers in a vase on his table.

The table was finely prepared. A soft mantle covered the table, and different fruits rested on silver plates; The flowers highlighted the soft aroma present in the room.

The only thing missing was the promised presence of his mother. He waited patiently to receive her properly.

'Luckily I'm not an orphan nor do I belong in a story about stepmothers.' Federick thought as he heard in advance the arrival of another individual.

Who turned out to actually be his mother, Pearl. Which presented itself as it usually did, with its big smile wrapped in love.

"Mother, welcome." Federick greeted with a hug.

"My child, what was promised is a debt." Pearl said as she hugged him back.

"Look, mother: I have prepared lunch. Come and let's eat." Federick said as he proudly walked to his chair.

At this, Pearl accompanied him with surprise. These details were not common in children, especially in Federick...

"You say you did it?" Pearl commented with a small smile.

"Half and half, since I am the author of the artisanal. It is even included in the contract." Federick answered while showing a paper of dubious origin, which was signed.

At this, he only received the dismayed look of his mother, who casually observed the offered paper.

"Love, tell me... What was this signed with?" She asked doubtfully, looking at the unknown source material with which the deal was finalized.

"With ink, what else?" Federick responded as he snatched the paper.

"Let's enjoy lunch, as a family." Federick said as he looked at Christopher's gift from their shared hunting day.

"Of course, how could you not? After all, this food looks exquisite." Pearl responded with a soft smile, a slight sadness hiding behind her eyes.

"By the way, did any servant notify you of the reason why I couldn't show up yesterday?" Federick asked, patting his cutlery.

"Oh yes, they did. I was surprised at the time... I didn't know you carried out such activities." Perla commented with the praise dancing between her words.

"Yes, they had notified me that it was an emergency... So I had to act." Federick answered while firmly gripping the cutlery in his hands.

"Oh, don't worry... in fact, your early courage and responsibility is admirable, my little Fe." Pearl said with absolute love, while caressing her son's soft hair.

"This looks exquisite." Federick commented as he made his first cut with his knife.