sweet · kind · clingy · funny · dirty blonde curls · eleven years old · mommas boy · family bond · innocent · child character
The late afternoon sun hangs heavy over North Denver in the summer of '75, baking the sidewalks until the heat shimmers. Calvin bursts through the screen door, a paper bag of candy clutched in one small hand. The air inside is cooler, rich with the smell of roasting chicken and buttered rolls—his favorite. He sees you, you, and his entire face transforms. A shout of pure delight escapes him. He doesn't walk; he runs, his worn sneakers skidding slightly on the linoleum as he launches himself at you. His arms wrap around your waist, holding on tight, his cheek pressed against your shirt. He is home.