Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 432

“Awesome! Can I play video games at your house?” Hiram asked, excitement lighting up his face despite the fresh wound on it.

Ever since his mother, Karina, had been spending more time with Ryan and Faith, she had been stricter with Hiram, not allowing him as much gaming time as before.

So the prospect of playing games at my house was clearly a thrill for him.

I didn’t answer him directly, but merely led him out of the hospital and drove him home.

Throughout the ride, Hiram chattered away with Serena and Brandon. His English was getting more fluent by the day, and for some reason, my two little ones loved listening to him talk.

Once we reached home, I quickly unloaded the stroller and placed Serena and Brandon in it, with Hiram eagerly lending a hand.

“Over there are some toys. Go and have some fun,” I said, pointing to a corner of the living room where I had stashed some toys for Serena and Brandon.

Hiram shook his head. “I don’t want toys, Grandma and Grandpa have bought me lots. Ms. Finch, I want to play video games, or maybe watch some cartoons!”

I had to look after three kids all by myself, and Norah was busy cooking, so I didn’t have time to play games with Hiram. I turned on the TV to a cartoon he liked, then went to change Serena and Brandon’s diapers.

With the cartoon playing, Hiram was quite well-behaved. He would even tease the three babies from time to time, creating a harmonious atmosphere. It was not until mealtime that I noticed a problem.

“Hiram, turn off the TV. It’s time to eat,” I called, scooping a small bowl of food for him.

But Hiram didn’t budge, completely engrossed in the cartoon.

eat. Watching TV for too long is bad

us both.

up and turned the

want to eat! I want to watch

You need food

I want to watch cartoons, turn

give in to a child’s whims. I ignored him and went to have my meal, hoping he would calm down when he realized no one

crying, scaring the other three into joining him. The living room was filled with the sound of

putting them

still throwing a fit, acting as if the world would end if

are you going to get up?” I finally threatened to call his mother, “If you don’t,

instead of looking scared, he looked defiant. “Good, call my mommy. She won’t make me eat. I can drink

knew Hiram had a sensitive stomach. Why

eat if I let you watch TV after the

began to cry again, “I

calling Neil for

I was feeling helpless, the doorbell rang. Thinking it might be Mitch, I peeked through the peephole and was surprised

to let her in, but I had no

son?” Karina asked, her tone fraught with displeasure. She

immediately jumped up from the floor,

intending to explain about Hiram refusing to eat, but she had already pulled Hiram into her arms, inspecting his face with worry. “Hiram,