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.

emotion reached its peak when Theo accepted the soup that Delia

Call me if I'm needed for anything." I did not want to stay here and watch

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." The little boy's movements were rushed, and I was shocked when I saw him. Fortunately, he was not hurt, so I

that next time, alright? Not only will you be in pain if you get hurt, but I'll also feel distressed. told him a bedtime story, and when I recalled what happened just

it against my hand as he said in a soft voice, "I'll remember that, Mommy." "That's good." I could not resist his obedient behavior as the corners of my lips

sighed like a little adult.

before I could ask, Munchkin beat me to it. "Mommy, did Godmother disturb your life

moved. I did not expect a

of that, though?

shining to one side, Munchkin recalled my bitter smile as

not

day by day, I did not dare let him watch TV for too long. Thus, I found a super huger jigsaw puzzle for both of us to

was intentional, he ignored Delia when