"Cheryl, don't rush your breakfast, honey," Anna gently strokes the top of her granddaughter's head.
The little girl sits a bit tense, but tries to act normal. She knows there will be many questions from Grandma and Dad. That's why she hurriedly eats her sweet cereal soup. Occasionally, her eyes sneak a glance towards her caregiver with annoyance. But it seems like the caregiver is busy preparing food at the kitchen table.
"Yesterday, Miss Rina told Grandma about what happened at school."
"Oh," Cheryl responds without daring to look at Grandma. Just as she feared. She's sure she'll get a lot of lectures later. Just as usual.
"What were you doing at school, Princess?"
"Anka snatched my pencil, Dad." Cheryl starts to slow down her chewing on her cereal.
"And then?" James asks without t
