Red String

PROLOGUE

“Mom, how come I don't see your string?”

A young named Justin asked his mother while watching her fold clothes near him.
His mother is quite a beauty, her hair tied in a messy bun, though it corresponds to her fitted blue shirt and black leggings.

Justin, however, continued to play with his toys on the carpet floor next to the older woman who is sitting on a simple red couch.

Gemma, the child's mother stopped folding their clothes when she heard her son's question. She first lifted her index finger and tapped it on her lips, thinking how to explain the matter of her son without making it too difficult for the boy.

Gemma then smiled.

"Well, Jah, apparently only the two soulmates can see the string attached to our pinkies"
The woman then showed her pinky finger to her son. Justin may not see a thing, but Gemma can see it as clearly as a day that a red line is tied to her finger.
Her eyes then followed the red string's end only to see to his husband who's sitting on the kitchen table reading a newspaper with the string tied also to its pinky finger.

After hearing the answer, her son tilted his head still in confusion.

"How come?"

"I really don't know the answer dear, but believe it's a special connection only for the two in fate to see"

"Well, that's unfair hmph. They only get to see it"

Justin's mother laughed at the comment, but she kept her composure and explained.

"Our strings represent our love so of course it's only for the two them to see. Think of it as a privacy. Do you want others you don't know to see you poop? Hmm?"

The boy frowned upon the remark of his mother and shook his head frantically.

"Of course not"

"It's the same as the string. Others do not need to see it because it is only a connection of both. Their own privacy. Besides, why do you want to see others' string when you have one yourself?"

Gemma then continued folding their clothes, cutting her eyes off to her son.

As she continued to fold her clothes, she noticed Justin was keeping quiet for minutes. She then tried to check on her son only to see him staring at his little hand.

"What's wrong Jah? Are you looking at your string?"

The latter didn't answer that made the mother worried.

"Yes?"

The boy then looked up to meet his mother's eyes and revealed both hands to his mother.




"But mom how come I couldn't see my string?"