"Yes, I'll speak. You're right, I've practiced for so long that I even created a draft" I asserted and brought a piece of paper that contained the content of what I said on the stage. He snatched it from me immediately, "you indeed made a draft" he mumbled scanning through the paper.
"Of course, I was nearly panicked that I would forget the lines"
"Then I'll save this for my children, if they ask, I'll tell them that this is a love letter from their mom" I widened my eyes, children! I wasn't sure of that now. "What children? Oliver, you're going too far, give it back to me" I extended my hand for the paper.
"No, I'll save it for both my children and grandchildren" he let out and raised the paper so that I can't reach for it, I got up from the seat and struggled to get my hands on the p
