( II ) Look up there, my child.
High    15    in the sky is a kite.
Freely flying seems like a butterfly.
Watching for a while and thinking,
"Dad,    16    its line breaks?" the son wondering.
"Will it be homeless?"
"Will it be unhappy?
The kid keeps asking.
"Well, my child," the father answers,
"There is no    17    way to know its future."
"It may go    18    ,"
"But no way being lonely."
"No kids will let it alone at any corner."
By David Dreamer

(A) above
(B) what if
(C) simple
(D) everywhere
15.