Melanin’s POV
“Malik, stop running,” I cautioned, but he didn't listen. “No, Mom, this is fun,” he responded with giggles and continued running away. “Malik,” I called out to him as I began running after him. “How can a boy his age be this fast?” I grumbled as I increased my speed and finally caught him by the arm. “You think you're smart, huh?” I asked while dragging him along with me.
“Mom!” He frowned and protested, trying to free himself, but I shook my head. “No, Malik, we are going back home. Enough playing for the day,” I said firmly and pulled him along.
“This is bad, Mom. This is bad,” he murmured with a frown, but I ignored his grumbles and pulled him home.
When we got home, we met Lali by the door, and Malik let go of my hand and ran up to Lali, giving her a hug. “What is it
