The child didn't answer.
"Father, am I heavy?"
"You're not heavy," I answered.
"I'm going to get heavy," it said. I stayed silent and walked toward the forest. The path between the rice paddys meandered irregularly, I was not able to cross as I imagined. After a while, there was a fork in the road. I stood there and rested a little.
"There should be a stone around here somwhere," said the child.