My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I turned to look at Hendrix. With his eyes squinted, he seemed ready to make his move. He had a disdainful but also proud look on his face. It seemed as if he was saying, "You'll have to listen to me when it comes to teaching our children."

The moment I sighed, the door swung open from the inside with a loud thud.

Wynn glanced at me and saw Hendrix standing behind me. His bright eyes were glued to the ground as he left the room with his head down.

I crouched down to his eye level. My hands grabbed his arms as I asked with a smile, "Wynn, aren't you hungry? Why won't you come and eat? If you don't, Aurelia won't be able to enjoy her dinner. You don't want her to starve do you?"

Wynn shook his head and replied softly, "No I don't, but I made a mistake. If I make a mistake, I must be punished."

"Well..." I pondered for a moment and pretended to sound serious. I nodded and said, "You did make a mistake."

Wynn hung his head even lower and didn't dare to reply.

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"I shouldn't have talked back to daddy." Wynn pursed his lips. Feeling aggrieved, he continued, "I shouldn't have said that daddy was wrong.'

"So, since you've put it that way, you think that daddy is right and I'm wrong?"

"No," Wynn immediately looked up at me and nervously explained, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly was wrong here. "That wasn't what I meant. I..."

tears started welling

think you're in the right, you should stand by it and express your thoughts. Neither your daddy nor your mommy is always right. We make mistakes too. Only by pushing people to improve, can they learn

away from my arms and asked, "Is that true? Was it really

stole a glance at Hendrix from the corner of his eyes.

wrong because he was stubborn and didn't listen to his family's opinions. You're wrong for not respecting daddy. Dic you know that we both worked very hard for a long

nodded without hesitating,

idea, I patiently continued, "Today, in the car, you called daddy a fascist. Is that the right thing

shook his head, he looked very

out in relief and asked him with a smile, "What

pondering for a bit,

at Hendrix, pursed his lips, and solemnly apologized, "Daddy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you a fascist. I was wrong. Can you forgive

a child who was

sighed and stood

sulking

He forgave Wynn.

for him to

guessed what I was going to do. After he said