Mark followed Smore’s line of sight until the city view leaped into his eyes. Skyscrapers, always seeming so impressive back in the city, were now no more than tiny, unremarkable blocks.
“Stand at the top, and you’re at the vantage for viewing the furthest stretch of the world. Stand at somewhere flat, and everything looks tall and out of reach. If you want to see far into the world, then always strive for the top—always. You understand me?”
Of course Smore did not. The deeper meaning behind his words was completely lost on the kid, whose reply was, “Ohhh, so we’re gonna climb all the way up to the peak? Because the peak is the top!”
The corner of Mark’s lips twitched. Why the heck did he try to pass something only an adult would understand on to a kid who was not even three?
Arianne’s laugh escaped her. “Alright, Smore, Daddy’s worn-out now. Let him take a breather, okay? You know Daddy’s tired because he had to carry you all the way up here, right? It’s very tiring.”
Smore grabbed a water bottle out of Mary’s backpack and handed it to his father. “Daddy, have some water then.”
Mark took it from the boy’s hand and patted his little head. “Aww, look at Smore, all grown-up and matured now.”
Smore broke into a grin so wide he bared all of his baby teeth. “Then after finishing this water, Daddy can give me a piggyback up the peak again!”
Mark’s hand froze in mid-action. This little rascal—he was only worried that Mark was too tired to carry him up to the top, was he not?
This was when the phone he had placed in Arianne’s backpack rang. Hearing it, Arianne immediately fished it out and gave it to him, though not without spying on the name on the screen. “It’s Jackson.”
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