A red haired boy was running around in a park while snow was falling. He laughed happily, playing tag with his mother.
"Come on, mommy, catch me! Catch me!" he shouted, laughing with a happy face.
His mother smiled, running slowly to try to catch him. Her face looked a little pale, but she tried to stay strong and ignore the pain she felt so she could play with her son.
"Wait, Mommy, Arcane. I will catch you!" said his mother as she followed him.
As little Arcane ran and occasionally stopped to wait for his mother, he realized that she was getting weaker. She kept coughing, until at one point she bent over because her coughing was getting worse.
"Cough! Cough!"
Worried, little Arcane immediately ran towards his mother and looked at her condition up close. His face looked frightened, worried about his mother's condition. He didn't want anything to happen to her, because she was the only mother he had.
"Mommy, are you okay?" he asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
