Flynn Hutchinson stood in the snowfield, snowflakes falling gently, landing on his head, strands of hair, and shoulders. His pretty little face was flushed red from the cold, yet his posture remained straight, like a tall, upright pine tree.
"Dad, can I join the army in the future?"
He slightly raised his head, his small stature looking steadily at Glenn Hutchinson without blinking.
His voice still had a hint of childishness, but his demeanor was gradually transforming, resembling that of a little grown-up.
Glenn Hutchinson's furrowed brows slightly relaxed. He looked at the child who increasingly resembled that person, and after a moment, spoke in a low and gentle voice, "As long as you want to."
"Yes!"
Responding resolutely, Flynn Reid pursed his lips and gave Glenn Hutchinson a proper salute.
Inside the ward.
Flossie Wright, holding some documents, leaned against the window, watching the two figures in the snowfield below.
