"Raymond, not right now! Mommy's working. Go back to the playroom!" Candy huffed madly as her designer was currently fitting her into a new dress. She didn't need him to mess her work right now. The little strawberry blond childern looked taken back for a moment before sadly nodding and walking away, his kitty dragging behind him on the hardwood floor.
"Oi. Isn't your son just a bit fat?"
The comment made Ray pause, looking back at the room.
"Yes. I've tried ever child-friendly diet around but it doesn't work for him."
He was only 5 but he knew that being 'fat', whatever that is, was a bad thing and he didn't want to be. Maybe mama would play with him more if he wasn't 'fat'. He just gave a sigh and walked to his play room, holding his kitty in his arms and muttered a sorry for dragging her on the floor.
His daddy was gonna be gone for a week. One of the flower shops he owned was burned down and he had to go into the city right next to them and work stuff out. Emily had got to go with only because mommy didn't want to deal with the hyperactive 2 year old and Ray really wanted to go to but daddy couldn't deal with them both along with what happened to his shop.. So Ray had said he was alright with staying. Daddy promised him a toy when he got back but, even though he was happy about that, he still felt left out..
As soon as he reached the play room, he sat down at his little table and just drew on his paper. He didn't understand why mommy couldn't come play with him for a few minutes like daady did or let him sit and watch. His mama was really pretty and he didn't mind sitting, watching her and her friend work. He would have even risked his piggy bank, swearing on it that he would have stayed quiet.
As if hearing a small laugh at the picture he drew of a funny looking potato, he looked up. It was him again. The person who was always there but wasn't? Mother and father couldn't see him and Little Ray saw him less and less as he grew older. Mommy said he wasn't real, so Ray should forget about him. He was usually around daddy and hugging daddy, smiling as he watched over daddy. It was really rare for Ray to see him without his father around, like now. He usually only came around without daddy when Ray was really sad.
"Shouldn't you be with daddy?" He just shrugged his shoulders, a small smile on his face, and Ray stared at his wings for a moment before looking at the door to make sure his mother wasn't coming. She didn't like when he talked to him. She always thought he was talking to himself. But when he turned back, he was gone. Like usual but Ray always felt better after seeing him, so he drew more on his potato, adding pretty purple wings with his glitter cayons and giggled. He quickly got up, exticed to show his mother his drawing of the glittery potato but was to soon to remember... Mama was busy. He looked up and saw him again, though he looked more and more see though every passing day. He held up the picture at him, smiling big.
"Do you like it?" His small British voice asked, full of hope and happiness.
He just seemed to look at it before nodding with a small and reaching out a hand to pat his head. Even though he could see the hand touch him, he couldn't feel it. So he imaged that what it might feel like... To him, he could just almost imagination what it felt like and giggled more. A sad smile crossed his face.
"Raymond! Stop talking to yourself!" His mother yelled from down the hall, causing him to jump at the sudden out burst. He had only blinked and he was gone.
Little did little Ray know... That was the last time he'd ever see his Papa and the memory would be forgotten as time went on.