"You stupid mutt, look where you are going." Grace snapped at a small crouching body.
A wail stopped her in her tracks and she turned back. The little mutt was a child. Around 4-5 years old and he was now wailing after her scolding.
"Oh, dear !" She bent down and gently patted the kid. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Please don't cry. Where is your mom ?" Grace asked.
The boy pointed in a random direction.
"Hmmm, looks like you are lost. What is your name ?"
The boy had stopped sobbing and he was staring at her with large blue eyes.
"Dylan," he said.
"Well, Dylan, let's look for your mom, and maybe we can grab some ice cream from the kitchen." She smiled.
"Ice cream ! " the boy squealed. Grace laughed.
"You are cute." He reminded her of her brother, he had the same c
