Little Boy got a balloon for a present.
All day he stared at the red, round thing while keeping a tight grip on the string, his thumb fiddling it to and fro and to and fro and to and fro when chance allowed it.
"Little Boy?" asked Mother.
"Mom?" he answered, never taking his eyes off of his prized red, round, voluminous thing.
"Why do you keep look at your balloon? You have other toys, too."
"Well..." he briefly looked at Mother before continuing, "I was wondering when he'd fly away," he looked at the door and murmured, "just like everyone else."
David Guetta ft. Sia