Black Sea:
Twenty years down the road, Kevin Moore, once a little boy of five grew into an average masculine young man. However, he had no single idea about shaving the thick beard which covered around his masculine face.
Him and his mother Meg still enjoyed life, swimming together, rotating all areas in the middle of deep waters of the sea.
Different natural forms helped Meg and her son Kevin to perfectly tell time and continued to live safely and happily.
One fateful night, inside the ancient cave, as Kevin Moore busily concentrated on crafting a huge rock into a very special idol, grown-up Meg showed up from under the water through the cave pond with a restless mind, strongly haunted.
With an unsettled mind, feeling an urge to address a special thought, Meg relaxed her elbows against the rocky ground at the edge of the ancient cave pond. On both palms of her hands she comfortably placed her lower jaw, using them like strong pillar stands on which she relaxed all her stunning beauty. Under the water, her pink mermaid tail kept wiggling.
In a specific direction she had her eyes fixed. Here Kevin was, busy crafting rock stones into beautiful pieces of art including a statue of her mother with a fish tail, hanging on the side. It was indeed beautiful.
Since years had passed already, Kevin was now a specialist in crafting rocks. He had a variety of art pieces made and displayed all around the cave.
Different kinds of deep water species like a huge crab, an octopus, shark, whale, several electric eels well crafted out of rock materials and displayed in the cave.
All his attention was on a giant rock piece which was still on undergoing into careful crafting
A pretty smile quirked corners of Meg's mouth while she watched her son busy, crafting.
She seemed to have something special on her mind that she needed to communicate to her now adult son.
"Have you felt anyhow special today?" Meg, asking aloud, she raised a humble question.
"Oh, mom...! Didn't know you where behind there. How do you mean I felt special today?"
"Um, signs which usually occur on the day you were born?" She replied.
Kevin relaxed his busy arms and posed for a moment from crafting. He then turned his curious face towards his mother in a pond were she was, and suddenly he sprinted out of the cave, so as to check on those signs he knew so well never to have missed.
This time round, on top of water outside, surrounding the small rocky island on which he stood to watch was a flock of enormous sharks. Looking at tens of thousands of these Sharks relaxing on top of the sea made him happy. He smiled and ran back inside the cave to meet his beloved mother.
"I almost missed to spend precious time with my shark friends", he told her.
Blissfully, Meg couldn't wait to see her son make his wish as it was his best moment on his special days. However, Kevin didn't seem willing to open up his mouth in wish making this time round in as much as he loved doing it on his special days.
This was because he only had one strong wish to make, which he doubtlessly knew that his mother wasn't in position to make it come true.
"Uh... Mom, am sorry I've got nothing on my mind to wish for this time," on a downcast face, he turned and began to take steps walk away, leaving her sight.
Meg became so uncomfortable and started to make panic movements within the water pond. Nothing hurt her like watching her son unhappy.
"Is this about me, or something you don't want to talk about with me?" She became worriedly concerned.
"...."
After afew seconds of total silence between mother and son, as she shot a serious eye at him, Kevin got his head up straight and asked;
"Which kind of being was my father? I really would wish to know mom."
"He can't be serious about that right now," she whispered to herself as her sharp pink bright eyes shrunk away from him.
The strong desire to hear her son's wish on his special day died. Pretending to be hot, Meg began to splash water on her upper body, in a bid to dodge the question.
Kevin, when he noticed his mother's sudden change of conduct, "I knew it", he said and calmly turned his face away disappointedly.
"See son..., before you go," Meg softly spoke and Kevin slowed down to hear what she had to say.
"it's not that I don't want you to know about your father but, his matter got too heavy for my heart to handle... Please, don't make it difficult for me!"
"Besides, your father is not like us," Meg's voice tone raised up in deep emotions as she spoke, "and... that is exactly why he has never been here with us."
"But you promised to consider my request! Did you start lying to me?" Kevin Moore busted rudely with eyes of rage. "Anyways," he calmed his temper down, "this is the second time I go wrong with you, still on the same issue...! Let's just forgot all about it."
Looking so sad and disappointed, Kevin walked right at the station where his did his art work from, grabbed his tools, and made himself busy again.
The plague of a son to bond with his father had already eaten Kevin to the bone that, he was now out of control. Life was never going to be the same again at the sea.
Speechlessly, Meg noticed the painful desire of her son to know much about his father through his conduct when she looked fixedly at him. Memories of joyful moments shared with her son for years spark her consciousness.
She realised that Kevin was now an adult.
Suddenly, Meg dived into the water pond and left Kevin alone in the cave. After some good time of her absentia, she emerged back with an object in hands which was stuffed with deep water residues around it.
With a hand palm she wiped off the residues, and this was an old version computer monitor she seemed to have kept for a very long period of time.
"Come here," Meg politely asked Kevin.
Consumed into his craft, Kevin didn't bother to respond to his mother's summon. It was so obvious that he was still in a bad mood.
"Look Kevin, am sorry. I just want you to see what I've got for you."
Sad on his bearded face, he hesitantly turned to see what her mother had this time to deceive him with. It was something he had never seen before.
Intrigued, he stood up and walked slowly with his eyes on the object towards the water pond where his mother was.
"What is this mom?" In a lazy voice tone he asked, looking at the object with a keen eye.