The Woman From Hell

Munchkin looked up at me with clear eyes that were unique to children. He grabbed my clothes with his little hand as if refusing to let go unless I gave him an answer.

While I was amazed by how sensitive Munchkin was, I was also troubled by his persistence. Matters of the adult world were still too complicated for children.

I pondered for a bit before answering in a nonchalant tone, "I'm just not used to it."

"Is that so?" Munchkin tilted his head, looking thoughtful but not convinced.

I nodded. I thought it was cute that the little guy was pretending to be serious. I held his hand and brought him to the bedside before sitting down. Then, I asked if anything interesting happened in school. Speaking of this, Munchkin instantly got excited. He began chattering non-stop until Caroline came up to call us down for dinner. By then, he was still looking at me with a gaze that asked for more.

I scratched his little nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Let's continue talking after dinner."

Munchkin was very satisfied. He took my hand, and we went downstairs. We just so happened to run into Theo, who had just returned from outside, as well as Delia, who had come to greet him after hearing him.

I watched from the sidelines with no intention of going over. Munchkin blinked suspiciously. He had wanted to go looking for his father but then stopped and sat obediently beside me.

irritable because of Delia's presence, and this emotion reached its peak when Theo accepted the soup

did not want to stay here and watch the two of them as they behaved intimately with one another,

had a phony smile on. He immediately jumped off the chair without even bothering to wipe his mouth. "Mommy, wait for me. I'm full too."

I'll also feel distressed. told him a bedtime story, and when I recalled what happened just

face over and rubbed it against my hand as he said in a soft voice, "I'll remember that, Mommy." "That's

sighed like a little adult.

but before I could ask, Munchkin beat me to it. "Mommy, did Godmother

deep down, I was moved. I did not expect a child to

though? Theo's attitude was

the soft bed shining to one side,

not be

day. Hearing that the number of children suffering from short-sightedness was increasing day by day, I did not dare let him watch TV for too long. Thus, I found

not it was intentional,