[ A little background - Michelle is a single mother, James her son, living in Hawaii. If you look in my dA gallery you can find out who his dad is ]
Michelle heard the door slam, the sound of running footsteps, and then a ten year old James wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her side.
She smiled down at him. “Hey, you. What’s wrong?”
He was hot, and dirty, and absolutely the most wonderful child she knew. Of course she was biased, him being her own, but he was the absolute best…
When he looked up at her, his face was streaked with tears and smudged with dirt. His lower lip was quivering, and he looked like he was about to start crying again.
"Aw, sweetie, what’s wrong?" Michelle tilted her head to the side, placing one hand in the messy dark brown hair. "You look awful."
"Angie hit me and pushed me down in the dirt," he said. "And I scraped my knee. It hurt, too."
James nodded, his stormy blue eyes huge and hurt. Michelle wanted to laugh, he was so serious and upset. “It’s just a little dirt,” she said, crouching down and wiping at his face. “Let me look at your knee.”
James watched as she rolled up his pants and looked at the grazed knee. It wasn’t even bleeding, so Michelle just kissed it and smiled up at him. “There you go. All better.”
He sniffed and rubbed at his eyes. “You sure?”
"I’m sure." She sighed, taking his hand and standing up. "Here. Let’s go for shaved ice, okay? I’ll get you a large and we can sit on the beach and spot the tourists, hm?"
Sniffing again, James nodded. Michelle smiled down at him. “Hey you. Listen. Cheer up a little. Smile? I’m taking you out for shaved ice, don’t look so gloomy.”
At that he did manage a smile, and it was a brilliant one, lighting up his whole face.