4:15 pm - "Is this what we want?"

3:30 am. A 10-year-old boy named Verde was in his room, with his door shut and curtains drawn. Not because it was a cold and dark night, BANG! but because of the two bickering adults next door THUD! who he called his parents. It wasn't new for Verde to try to sleep through the mindless screaming and banging of plates and chairs. So he cuddled Gato, one of his many pet cats and only friends, and closed his eyes for the rest of the night.

7:02 am. "Verde, escuela" his mother said. "You're going to be late, it's almost time for the bus" Verde quickly grabbed his red shirt and ran down the stairs as fast as a rabbit. Now by the front door, Verde stood wearing his shoes. With his father on his right, in the kitchen, and mother on his left, in the study room. One held out his morning meal as the other held his school bag with both her hands. Unaware of the conflicting feeling of loss screaming through both of their eyes. He took his bag, then his breakfast, and bolted out.

12:45 pm. "Linda. Linda, where is my fuel, where's my food? What's this garbage?" Linda, sat at home, all alone, was listening to her mid-day T. V shows as her husband bickered on the speaker phone. "...Is this your way of winning Verde from me. Listen lady, even starving me to death won't get you that 100% custody. Verde is my little boy." "Keep dreaming. Goodbye Jerry." 

3:47 pm. Verde had just arrived from school, greeted with a choice to walk around the park with his father or chocolate cake from the hands of his mother. Although he nodded to the idea of going to the park for the first time after a decade, he could feel his stomach about to burst. "I'm too full ma, I can't eat a single bite." "Jhaha, I won this time." Jerry silently whispered.

3:56 pm. The couple strolled towards the park facing opposite ends of the road, while their child rode his special, self-built vehicle. As they reached the park, the couple sat down in their old spot. The child had now parked his wagon with all three of his fluffy cat friends. The couple seated at both ends of a newly painted bench started eyeing old places around the park, places filled with colorful memories. Simply having their eyes open was enough to open the long-lost door of tide-high moments they shared with each other. The woman looked over towards her husband, looking at his anger, all she could see was how that face used to look. How happy Linda could make him. Jerry too turned to Linda, but her lack of anger made her fearfully turn the other way. Jerry also reminisced, he felt as she did, and both knew they felt like the other. What was keeping them apart? He moved closer toward the woman who gave birth to this child of his, the child who makes him laugh like soaring butterflies. He took out the orange divorce file from his pocket and nudged her with his walking stick. Both of their eyes spoke, "Is this what we want?".