@chironga67 looked anxiously at his watch. On the twisted scale of the time marker, it was twelve o'clock at night, and her son had not yet returned home. He had gone out with his friends, without telling her where he was going or when he would be back. The second hand of the clock was the son's accomplice. A rebellious teenager, seeking his own identity and freedom; he was neglecting his health and his future.

@chironga67 remembered what his son @starwarm was like when he was little: sweetly curious and affectionate. Who loved to read stories, to play big battles. She remembered, as she looked out of the window, when he would run to hug her and whisper in her ear -I love you! What had happened to make him pull away from her so much? What could she do to regain his trust and affection? She wondered as she leaned against the table and immersed herself in her thoughts, caught by the large moon whose reflection filled the room.

@chironga67 got up from his chair and walked over to the window. The moon was shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the empty street. There was no sign of @starwarm. She sighed and sat back down. Beside her, the dog looked at her with sympathetic eyes. It was a brown Labrador, which they had adopted a few years ago, and since then, it had become the only thing that kept her company on those long nights of waiting. She stroked his head and spoke to him tenderly:

— Don't worry, Fido, he'll be back. He's a good kid at heart, but he lets himself be manipulated by his friends. He just needs time to grow up and find his way. We'll wait for him, because I love him, you love him too, don't you Fido?

Fido, “the dog”, wagged his tail and licked his mistress's hand. @chironga67 smiled. In the background, there was only the ticking of the clock and the occasional warm breeze coming through the window. From the library in the background, he picked up a book and began to read it. An adventure novel, which her son liked. She hoped that one day they could share their reading and their dreams.

@starwarm arrives at the house. Stealthily, he tries not to make a sound, so his mother won't hear him. When he enters, he finds @chironga67 asleep, leaning on the table. He notices that on the table, open almost halfway, in his mother's crumpled hands, the book, one of her favourites. Star warm is surprised and moved. The book the mother was reading was one of her son's favourites. It is an adventure novel, which narrates the adventures of a group of explorers who go deep into Africa in search of the legendary mines of King Solomon. The book is entitled “King Solomon's Mines”, written by the British author Henry Rider Haggard in 1885. It is considered one of the earliest examples of science fiction and fantasy literature, and has been adapted for film and television several times.

@starwarm gently wakes @chironga67 and tells him she's sorry. She looks at him lovingly and tells him it's OK, she just wants him to be happy. He feels guilty and apologises. It doesn't matter, son, the important thing is that you're back and you're fine. They make up and talk about their problems and their feelings. They sit on the sofa and look at the moon. The dog watches them happily and curls up at their feet. Sleep takes hold of them as the ticking of the clock seems to have stopped in time.