To Be Loved

Chapter 7

''My pumpkins, I missed you too so much; I feel like I'm going to die from how much I miss you two." I could hear their giggles from the other side, and that made me smile like an i***t again.

"Silly mommy, you are not gonna die because you miss us," said my three-year-old daughter.

I gasped in disbelief. "How could you call your mom a silly young girl?"

"Because you act like a mommy," she says, sounding so confident.

"Lin, don't talk to mommy like that; it's rude. Mommy, when will you come to take us home?" said her older brother, five minutes apart.

"There will be no chocolates for you, young girl," I told her with a stern tone.

"Zee, honey, give me an hour, and I will be there, okay, baby." He mumbles, "Okay." I could hear Lena arguing with him, so she could take the phone and talk to me.

"Give her the phone, Zee; let her talk."

"Okay, mommy."

"Here, mommy wants to talk to you."

"Mommy, I'm sorry. I will not say you are silly again." She was on the verge of crying, but she was holding it.

"Lin honey, you know beautiful and polite girls don't say to their mommy they are silly. Aren't you beautiful and polite, honey?" I told her softly.

"Yes, I'm." I can feel that she is nodding her head repeatedly.

"Okay, baby, don't say it again. Do you even know what this word means, pumpkin?" I asked her.

She was shaking her head but remembered that she was talking to her mother on the phone and answered with no.

"Honey, how many times do I have to tell you to ask me about what you don't know?” And there was no sound from the other side, and I could tell that she felt guilty.

"Lena baby, listen to me; you are still young and still learning, and it's okay to make mistakes, but to be a better person is how you can learn from your own mistakes and make them right in the end. Okay, Lin." I was speaking to her softly. She is still young, and even if she is still young, she must know what's right and wrong, but without being harsh. We should let them learn from their mistakes and help them become better by being patient and patient.

"Okay, mommy. So, what does it mean?"

"It means stupid and idiotic, honey. Where did you hear that word from, pumpkin?"

"Sorry, Mommy, you are not silly; you are very smart. I heard it from the boy at the kindergarten with me; he told his mom, You are silly; I didn’t know it was a bad word." She quickly answered.

"Ha-ha... It's okay, honey, but you are still getting your punishment. Where is..." The sound of the car horn didn't allow me to continue my words. I looked at the watch on my wrist, and it was 4 pm, I nodded to the taxi driver and walked to the car door.

"Honey, wait for a second; I will get in the taxi." I heard her mumble, Okay.

I reached the taxi door, opened it, and got in.

He looked at me and asked, "Hello, ma'am, where do you want to go?" He said it with a slightly tired tone.

"To XXX XX, please."

"Okay." Then he looked at the road and started the car.

"Lena, baby, are you still with me?"

"Yes, mommy." She answered immediately.

"Where is your granny honey?!"

"Wait for a second, Mommy; I will put her on the phone," I said okay and heard her running, then she told her granny that I wanted to talk to her.

On the other side of the phone,

On the kitchen island stood a woman in her fifties, making cookies for her grandchildren. Even though she had a maid, she still liked to cook for them.

After she shaped the dough into circles and put it on the baking tray, she heard little feet running towards the kitchen.

She sighs... She told them not to run in the kitchen, but of course, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. And the owner of the little feet stood beside her with her phone in her hands.

"Honey, what did I tell you about running in the kitchen? And why do you still have my phone? Didn't we agree on only one hour?" said Mary.

Lena and Ziad looked at their feet and knew that their granny was not angry with them; she was afraid that they would get hurt.

"Sorry, Granny, you told us not to run in the kitchen so we wouldn't get hurt," they said at the same time. She wonders if it's a twin thing.

"So, why did you both run in here?''

"Mommy wants to talk to you," said Lena.

‘What happened? Why did she call? Is there something wrong that happened to her?’ Mary thought, wiped her hand, and looked at Lena.

"Okay, honey, give me the phone and go and play in your playroom," I told them, and I took the phone from her.

"Hello, Jass, what happened? Why did you call everything okay?" Mary asked her immediately.

"Hi, mom. Calm down; everything is okay. What do you mean by 'why did you call?' Aren't you the one who called me?" Jass asked with a surprised tone.

"No, I didn't. I was in the kitchen making some cookies when Lin and Zee came running h..." they now figured out who made the call.

She heard Jass whine and groan. "Mom, did you give them your phone password?!" she asked accusingly.

"No! Of course not, but you know your own children; they are smart; they must have seen me when I entered it." She heard her hum. Omg, she is like this because she thought I gave them the password. What would she do if I told her I was the one who opened it for them?

"Okay, mom, change it, please. Thanks for taking care of them; I will be there in half an hour." Mary could tell from her voice that she was tired.

Why would this daughter-in-law thank her for taking care of her grandchildren? "Jass, you sound tired. How about you let them sleep here and come to take them tomorrow? And don't thank me, young lady, for taking care of my grandchildren," said Mary with a scolding tone.

"Mom, you must have a headache because of them. I know how active they are, and you have been taking care of them for a day already." Jasmine tried to convince her, but to no avail; she still insisted on her opinion.

She felt relieved when her daughter-in-law agreed to her words. Now that the mission is complete, I should text my son to tell him the update.

"Granny, when will mommy come?" She was startled by Zee's question. She was engrossed in texting her son and didn't hear him getting into the kitchen.

"Sweetie, when did you come in? I didn't hear you."

"You didn't hear me, granny, because you were busy with the phone and I didn't run into the kitchen as you told us." She was astonished at how this boy could be just three years old. Again, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"No, honey, mommy will come tomorrow to pick you up and your sis; she is tired, and when she comes tomorrow, she will have a surprise for you two." When he heard that she was going to bring them a surprise, his eyes sparkled with happiness.

"What kind of surprise, granny?" he asked excitedly. He was still a kid, after all.

"How about waiting till tomorrow? If I tell you now, it won't be a surprise, right?" I heard him whine, which made a laugh leave her lips. I put the tray of cookies in the oven and turned to him to find him pouting.

"Hmm... Let's wait till tomorrow, Zee, and you will find out what the surprise is. How about going to watch TV until the cookies are done, honey?" He nodded his head, so I picked him up, and we went to the living room.

In the taxi, Jass asked the driver to change direction, but she felt like she had forgotten to do something. What could it be? Her eyes widened in disbelief. s**t, s**t, she forgot to call Johan.