Wendy
I stir the chicken in with the dumplings, turning the heat up a bit.
I watch it cook, trying not to forget.
"Um Miss?" The little boy asks.
I guess he's more of preteen than a little boy though.
"Call me Wendy," I tell him.
"Miss Wendy?"
This kid...
"Yes?"
"Is Dad coming back?"
I pause. "Dad?"
He smiles. "Yeah! He doesn't like King Sir so he said I could call him Dad."
He looks away. "I wish he was my real dad. He's always taken care of me. But he seems sad these days. Do you know why?"
I look down. "Because of me. I made him sad. I wish I hadn't, but it's too late."
"Oh, well. He'll forgive you!"
I chuckle. "You think so, kid?"
"Oh yeah! This one time, I lost 3 billion dollars! He forgave me."
3...3 billion dollars? I'd have killed the kid!
Literally. Killed him.
