<.Norvonna, around fourteen years ago.>
The hues of gentle blue painted the late spring sky. Puffy white clouds drifted lazily, following the breeze. A warm gust of wind rustled the canopy of trees in the park.
A young, teenage Ruediger pedaled his bicycle to his usual fishing spot, the tires moving along the gravel path. A fishing rod was strapped to his backpack. The scent of river water and grass filled the air as he reached the place.
The park was quieter than usual that morning. Ruediger rode past a few joggers. At the playground, only a few children ran here and there, accompanied by two mothers.
Ruediger grinned once he saw Uncle David was already there. The elderly man was settled in his fold-out chair, sheltered by the extending branches of the nearby tree.
"Thought you bailed out," Uncle David grunted with a smirk, briefly looking behind his shoulder to look at Ruediger.
"Gotta help my aunt with a chore," Ruediger replied as he dismounted the bike.
