Chapter 2
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Queen Frans’s kindergarten is a palace filled with peaceful children scotting with voices of play and laughter.
It is easier for mothers to leave their babies for care till they return in the evening to pick up their kids. Children who are orphans are also cared for till they graduate from adoption when they are 3 years old.
Teresa Darell never rejected holding on to her weight. She is fond of overworking while tearing off her flesh.
After a minute passed, Sherlock Nelson entered the class. Her natural beauty was being exposed.
She is a beautiful woman, an orphan who never escapes from being too young to cater to her late feeble parents. Teresa looked at her young and wrinkled body.
“She will be in her early 30s,”
Teresa noticed Queen Frans’s Kindergarten Chef, on her apron mimicking. Teresa felt strong as she urged to feel her warmth.
Sherlock released herself immediately as Teresa smelt her strawberry scent. Teresa, still wearing a smile on her face, touched Sherlock's hair, smoothening it to feel her velvet hair.
She approached to lift a baby as she was crawling hurriedly to go to the swimming pool behind the green field.
As Teresa held the baby tight, she squeezed Sherlock's arms. Firm as Teresa was, she fed the baby with his feeder using petty hands to pamper him.
Her eyes were still on Sherlock, she began to notice her gestures as Sherlock took her excuse to greet the other kindergartener.
Her pressure on her feet was very robust as Teresa watched her legs go after the other to the women teaching the kids some little songs.
On her way to that, reaching the crew where all the kids gathered, she heard a woman singing with her voice. As she ordered the kids to sing after her;
Look on top, Look on top
Playing how to win and stop
Kneeling as baby kitty
I’m happy, I'm happy.
I am cute, I am so cut…
Sherlock cut the song before they could sing the next line. She hugged the other teachers warming her chest as she saw the lead singer return a smile to her.
“Good morning, kids”, she pronounced. “ Good morning, ma’am Sha- lok”, they replied.
“Oh right sweethearts, my name is Sherlock, not Shalok”, she said as they pronounced after her.
She laughed as she saw the movement of their tongues and they were happy to pronounce a word after she repeated.
She giggled at the way their mouths moved. She turned her face to be rescued by the kids after pronouncing her name hard. She was amazed remembering their faces and hands when pronouncing.
She heard a shrill cry as she moved forward on the landing of the stairs. She was shocked to see a little boy hiding beneath a table in front of a classroom door.
She first faked, putting on a timid expression on her face in an attempt not to see him “ Ma’am Shalok!” A soft voice with a crisp tune was voiced.
She turned her neck to see who was calling her and jumped frantically. It was the boy she pretended to avoid, as she moved forward to him without making any excuses.
She stroked his chin as the sound of her heels cracked. She guessed that the child would be in his 3rd year, and it was confirmed by him that he would be graduating very soon from Queen Frans Kindergarten.
As the boy used Sherlock's hands to wipe away his tears, she felt sad for him.
"What's your name?", she inquired, looking curious. The young boy gave a serious response.
"Frances is my name.”
"What a sweet name," she muttered.
She put her hand over the boy's shoulder and led him around to see his classmates singing.
"I appreciate you for making me feel better, ma'am.
“Could you be my godmother? Frances turned to face her and inquired precisely.
“Oh no, you must be kidding,” Sherlock said, acting as though she didn't hear him correctly.
"Yes, please be my godmother."
With a confused glance, Sherlock smiled at Frances.
“Perhaps he's joking around,” she quietly thought to herself. "All right, I've heard you.”
“Proceed to join your other mates to rehearse.”, she said repeatedly at the top of her voice to let him hear her.
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