I was too busy preparing our food when I saw Harold carrying Charles. I scoffed when I remembered that Grandma Esme and Mommy Margaret went to my mother's to shop. They were too excited, but my mother recalled that she didn't want to know that she was still alive. I know that my father had a right to know that mommy wasn't dead, but I don't want her to get injured once Olivia discovers that she is still alive.
“Mommy, what did you cook? It smells so lovely; I'm famished.” Charles tapped Harold's shoulder to put him on the high chair. He was staring at the food that I prepared, using his sparkling eyes. He immediately took the utensils when he saw that I had cooked his favorite meal.
“You're the best, mommy! I missed this; I wish that you were with me.” I was stunned when I heard his word
