Google The Kite Boy
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                It was a Saturday morning, Sean had no classes, he hurried down the stairs. Sean wanted to fly his kite. Downstairs, he saw his mother and father. "Mom, Dad, it's a Saturday, can I fly my kite, huh?" the nine-year old handsome young boy asked his mother and father. "Yeah, of course son. Just don't stay out too late," his father told him. "I'll make you hamburger for your snacks," his mother told him. "Thanks mom, I'll come back soon so we could eat together, the three of us." Sean then hurried out and went to a wide field and started flying his kite. It was windy and his kite flew right away. He looked at it and enjoyed himself. He flew and flew his kite. Suddenly, Sean saw manamangals