A Collection of Twigs

It had been a glorious Saturday afternoon for Neil Hannah. For the first time in a long time, he was afforded an outing to the park with his two-and-a-half year-old son, Drew. Father and son enjoyed all that Evers Park had to offer, including an endless bounty of tree twigs which Neil used to create whimsical structures, much to Drew’s delight. Sadly, the conclusion of the day climaxed with the news of Neil’s grandfather’s passing. Neil promptly slipped into a state of regret-based melancholy, brooding over the shame of never having made his grandfather aware of Drew’s existence. Neil spent the remainder of the evening on the couch, desperately seeking some relief from the deep-rooted angst. After much deliberation, the promise of relief comes in the form of an unorthodox final tribute to his beloved grandfather.