Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

James might be small, but he sure knows how to make a point.

"Why didn't you come to pick me up with Dad if you're supposed to be my mom?"

Caroline's face fell, clearly displeased but struggling to keep her cool.

She forced a smile, "Well, not before, but James, from now on, I'm going to be your mom."

"Why?" James was confused. "I don't like you. I don't want you to be my mom!"

He stood up, ready to leave.

But Caroline grabbed him, her patience running thin as she stared him down.

"Listen, James! I'm marrying your dad, and that means I'll be your mom!"

James, frightened by her tone, wriggled free, "No! I don't want this!"

And with that, he ran off, bumping straight into Sylvia's arms. Sylvia embraced her little great-grandson, asking, "What's wrong, James?" It was clear the boy was scared.

"James!" Caroline followed, anger written all over her face. Seeing Sylvia, she paused, "Grandma."

"Great-grandma."

James burrowed into Sylvia's embrace, turning his back to Caroline.

couldn't

family knew Caroline wasn't exactly fond of

"Don't be scared, James."

Johnson family with a silver spoon yet ended up feeling so

about all the hardships and unfairness James had faced, Sylvia wished she could do more to show

James, with me around, no one's going to hurt

that, Caroline's temper flared, "Grandma! What are you

just James is still so young, only three. He's grown up without much guidance; why hold it againsta

her face turning from red

well how much the

the Johnson family because

the

ss, she hadn't expected

so completely to

would always be just that in

"What's going on here?"

the commotion,

"Dad!"

immediately jumped down from Sylvia's hold and stood up straight, the tiny boy trying to look

His voice quivered, tears

hoping for some

look broke

yet already so adept