Jack sat on the floor, rolling around in sand while his little sister laughed, saying that he would end up with his mouth full of leaves. The boy then rose up. His brown hair was a mess, but his smile was radiant.
"So you better run before I can catch you!" - he warned, looking menacing, but the girl laughed even more.
"Jack, it's late, let's go home!" - she said, extending his hand toward the boy, who held it fondly.
The brothers walked side by side through the square, telling funny stories and making jokes, noting the reddish leaves falling from the trees, lining the floor like a carpet.
The autumn season always brought good memories to the Overland family: chocolate cookies, old movies on TV and warm hugs.
Every day Jack, the eldest son, after school crossed the city, going to fetch his sister who was still too small to be able to walk alone around town. It was a lonely and quiet path, if not for the bus noise and who was in it, but the boy did not care. The warm hug and smile that