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Inside a car, The Boy points excitedly at the Cloud Factory while The Daddy smiles. Fluffy white clouds rise from the factory chimneys against a blue sky.
There once was a little boy who thought his daddy knew everything. If he had a question, Daddy always had an answer. One day, they drove past a tall factory with white clouds floating high into the sky. The little boy pointed. His daddy smiled and said, "That's the Cloud Factory. It makes all the clouds." The little boy looked up at the sky and believed every word.
The Boy stands in a grassy field, gazing up at a sky filled with heart-shaped clouds. The Daddy watches him from behind with a warm smile.
From that day on, the little boy saw magic everywhere. Every fluffy cloud, every rainy cloud, every sunset, and every heart in the sky had come from the Cloud Factory. His daddy never corrected him. He loved watching his little boy see wonder in the world. The years passed quietly, and the little boy grew taller with each season.
The Boy sits in the car, looking out at the factory with a quiet, thoughtful face. The Daddy watches him, his hand resting on the steering wheel.
One afternoon, they drove past the factory again. The boy, who wasn't so little anymore, pointed at the clouds. His daddy looked at him carefully. This time, he told him the truth about the factory. The boy looked out the window. The clouds were still there, but something had changed. His daddy realized his little boy was growing up.
In a car, The Grown Son smiles at The Grandson, who points at the Cloud Factory with wonder. The factory's chimneys release white clouds into the sky.
Years later, the little boy became a daddy too. When a tiny voice asked, "Daddy, what's that?" he smiled at the old factory. He remembered the man who filled his childhood with wonder. Then he looked at his own little boy and decided that some kinds of magic are worth passing on. "That's the Cloud Factory," he said with a smile.