“Charles!” I shouted and gave him a warning look but he didn't even shake in fear. Harold laughed when Charles just hugged him so tight.
I couldn't believe that Charles found his father even though they hadn't known each other for five years. My son recognized Harold from the moment that he looked at him.
“Oh, baby! I love you,” Harold said which made Charles face grumpy. Charles forced his lips to smile at his father.
“Daddy, you're my father. And I love you.” I scowled when Charles responded to Harold but what about me? I'm his mother but he wasn't too sweet to me.
“I can't believe that you're too happy with your father. But, what about me?” I couldn't stop myself from acting like a child. Charles didn't let me kiss him, or even called him ‘baby!’. It's too unfair to me.
“Mommy, we
