The Statues
"Mommy! Mommy!"
"Yes sweetheart, what is it?"
"What are those statues?"
"I don't know honey, but we have to go."
My mom grabbed my hand and tried dragging me forward, but I didn't move, my small blue eyes glued to the statues.
An elegant man was sitting down cross legged talking to two other men. I was so confused, when my mom interrupted, "Honey, we have to go!" but I didn't have an answer for her.
"Bye, I'm leaving then," she spoke in a very irritated voice.
"Ok, ok, I'm coming." I smirked and started to catch up.
Until ths day, I still wonder what those statues are, but I know I will find out.
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