For All It Revolves Around

V1: Our inventions call us

MARO

Dad was doing a terrible job of taking care of his son.

With Mother being the angel she was, it was easy for her to care for me while Dad was on an expedition.

But now that the roles had reversed, my father struggled to be a parent.

Even with the list of things my mother gave him to read so that this job would be easier, it was not working.

I could care for myself if I wanted to, even if I were just a baby.

All I could do was watch in disappointment as my father ran frantically into our house, making a mess.

One thing was sure: Mother would talk with him once she returned from her expedition.

"Alright, kiddo!" He clapped his hands. "Who's ready for storytime?"

I cheered as a baby would do what a baby could do.

I was very limited in the things I could do.

Even though I could formulate sentences occasionally, I still needed help.

When will that cliche time skip happen, like in the movies?

But now, I would have to wait and enjoy my time as a baby.

He picked me up in his arms, plopped himself down on a seat, and looked at the shelves containing much knowledge about this world.

I could only hope that he would pick one of those books.

My father began tapping his chin, "What to read, what to read. . ." He muttered.

I knew it was time to shine, ready to use my one-word power.

"Vest! Vest!" I threw my small arms out, which could barely reach anything.

Damnit! Vest? What the hell was Vest? I was trying to Vestiga; that word was way too hard for me even to say.

"Vest?" His eyes raised an eyebrow in amusement, "Ah! Vestiga. I could probably read him something about that."

Success!

"On second thought, that's way too boring."

You've got to be kidding me. . .

"I'll just read him stuff about planets and Plantea Beasts." He chuckled proudly to himself, picking out a book from a shelf.

Okay, never mind now. Dad was talking in my language!

Father took one quick scan of the books that were on the shelf, immediately closing as he sighed, "Damn, are these the books that your mum reads you all the time? Pretty boring." He chuckled at his joke.

He excelled at his role as a father when it came to his dad jokes but not so much in everything else.

"You know what, I'll read you my own story that I made. Are you ready?"

"Dada!"

He chuckled, smiling, "Alright then, here goes nothing."

The words that had begun travelling into my ear contained information I had never heard from books.

These were things that even books had nothing to offer.

I never knew that my father had a way with his words; how they rolled off his tongue sounded natural to him and me.

His story had mythical elements, but some segments had a hidden truth.

I wish that I could have outrightly asked about the power system in Vesitga, as there was so much that I had yet to learn.