“Do you like the cookies? I made them especially for you.” said The Mother.

“I brought those napkins that you always wanted, the white and blue ones.” whispered The Sister.

“Please put the fork down, Gabe…there’s really no need for you to use it, come on, son” pleaded The Father.

Little Gabe’s eyes, those perfect green eyes, suddenly turned yellow in the sunset light.

A mocking smile appeared on his face while shadows seemed to dance around their picnic table.

One second later, Little Gabe was still smiling, while white and blue napkins were shattered in the air.