Firefly Glen the warm sunlight on my skin.

Xiaoqing was not the most sociable boy, not when it came to those outside of his immediate family; he treasured his sisters and mother both but, those beyond them, seemed strange to him. So when they were gathered to go out and meet with others—those he knew nothing of—the boy was nervous, to say the least. He stuck close to his mother’s heels, following obediently whilst retaining his caution, heart thumping in his chest all the while.