At the sound of that pleasant voice, Little Terry stopped in his tracks. He looked at Benjamin, curiosity blooming in his wide eyes at the sight of the mask on the man’s face.
“Uncle, do you know where I can find hot water?”
He couldn’t drink cold milk. The last time he did, he ended up with diarrhea, running to the bathroom every few minutes—it was a nightmare. His skin got rubbed raw, and even walking hurt.
He learned the hard way: not listening to Mommy always came with a price.
Benjamin gazed at the little one in front of him and said in a low, steady voice, “I know where to find some. Come with me.”
“Thank you!” Little Terry gave him a bright, grateful smile.
Benjamin couldn’t help the faint upturn of his lips. He turned to Brad and said, “Let’s head to the lounge.”
“Got it,” B
