If she hadn’t known better, she would have never that the child standing beside the swing next to her was anything but an average, unremarkable preschooler. Not a hint remained in his appearance of the adult’s life he had led before his rejuvenation. As far as anyone could see, he was just a little boy who was on an outing with his mother. Anita thought he looked charming.
After a few minutes, she asked him to sit down beside her on the adjacent swing and started talking about the good times they had had in the park in the past. She told him that one of her fondest memories of their outings was when he had pushed the swing for her in the past.