The Woman From Hell

I looked into the shop window. The mannequin was wearing a turquoise dress and holding onto the hand of the male mannequin next to it. The scene was exactly the same as when I had accompanied Theo to

various banquets.

"Munchkin, this is a formal dress. I can't wear it daily," I explained patiently.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I think you'll look good in this dress," said Munchkin in a childlike voice.

I could not bear to refuse him again, yet looking at the dress in the shop window, I did not know when I would be able to wear it if I got it.

"Also, I think the suit at the side is good. Daddy will look very handsome in it."

The little guy leaned his head forward to appreciate it carefully, but I was a little overwhelmed by his words.

"Munchkin, why don't we come back another day? Since you want to buy this suit, we have to find a time when your daddy is here and have him try it on." I made an excuse to leave.

The little guy frowned. "But what if someone else already buys the dress the next time we come back?"

looked at me with an

and try it. It's a big

I froze in place.

measurements. I

him countless times before,

to explain the situation between Theo

phone. Go and try on your clothes. I'll ask Daddy." He held out

not be able to fit

his little face had turned

crouched in front of him and asked

never behaved so shamelessly when he asked me for something. What was happening

first and just looked at me timidly. I knew

patiently without rushing him. After a while, he asked, "Mommy, are you going to divorce

surprised, but I quickly restrained my emotions and forced out a smile.