Rex's surprise was justified; the double-desk with a cushion had been specially prepared by his father. His father had ensured that the principal agreed no one should come near it. Any student who dared sit there was transferred to another school, making this an unbreakable rule—until today.
Despite being the youngest in the class, Rex was not alone; Riri was also one of the youngest in the fifth grade of elementary school, which heightened his astonishment.
Riri, busy rummaging through her schoolbag, looked up to see someone staring at her. Blinking her beautiful eyes, she asked in surprise, "Why do your eyes look like my mommy's?"
Rex snapped out of his thoughts and considered Riri's question seriously. "I was born that way. Does your mommy look like me?"
Although there was a slight
