Sitting there peacefully, something suddenly popped out in front of me.
âWhat is this?â
It was a flower. A white rose. When did he picked this up? I didnât like flowers that much, but since I was a woman, I still enjoyed it.
Geez, this boy knew how to rattle a girlâs heart. Heâs so young, yet he already knew how to appeal to women. When I accepted the flower, his face slightly brightened.
âIâm sorry.â
âHmm?â
â⊠Iâm sorry.â
He couldnât look at my eyes directly, and he kept squinting at me. He must be very sorry, huh? I didnât answer him, so he kept biting his lips and tearing up. A drooping puppyâs ears would be perfect for him.
Heâs kind of cute when heâs all upset like that.
âWhy did you do that?â
Yeah, since I was generous I could forgive him this time. Actually, he should ask for Seriraâs forgiveness, not mine. Graecitoâs expression brightened up whether he understood my gesture of reconciliation. However, he shouldnât be too excited, because I didnât want him to be happy yet.
âBecause⊠Grandma is sick.â
Oh, was she still sick? I knew she wasnât born healthy, but it made sense considering how old she was. Of course, I didnât know what made her so sick. Thatâs because either Serira or Elene didnât tell me.
However, whatâs everything got to do with his grandma being sick?
âIf I get close to mother, grandma might leave me.â
My throat choked up for a moment. I meant, he really was a kid. How could he come to that conclusion? Itâs ridiculous. At the same time, I envied his naivety and his purity.
âWhy would your Grandma leave you?â
âBecause Iâm annoying.â
Graecito spoke seriously. At the same time, I sighed because of his sullen look.
âWhy are you annoying? Youâre her only grandson.â
âDo you really think so?â
âOf course.â
His eyes glowed with a small consolation. For Graecito, his grandmother seemed like Serira to me. Sheâs not his mother, but she more important to her than a mom. However, I heard it was his grandmother who raised Graecito instead of Serira, who became my nanny. I felt even more strange because I knew how he felt.
âDo you think your grandma is annoying?â
âNo!â
âThen your grandma wouldnât think that youâre annoying either.â
No wonder to me, but not to Grecito, a real child. He responded to me as if he heard it for the first time.
âReally?â
âYes.â
âReally? Is that true?â
âOh, yes. Of course.â
How many times did he intend to ask that? Graecito frowned his forehead as if he was unsure even after receiving affirmation from me again.
I just stared at him. Being young was really good. Even this idiot looks so cute. I wanted to pinch his cheek. His chubby cheeks look like it came from a real rabbit.
âI seeâŠI didnât know that.â
Somehow his voice as he said those words sounded like they were drooping. Hey, man, at this age, itâs natural for him not to know this. It should be impossible to understand the behavior of adults when one was so young. Except for me.
âMother keeps me from visiting grandma, so I thought grandma was leaving me.â
Grecitoâs eyes are filled with tears. Was he crying about this? Maybe thatâs not because adults didnât like Graecito or because they hated him, but because they didnât want him to see her sick.
âItâs because grandma only wants you to see her when sheâs healthy.â
âI donât mind if sheâs not healthy.â
Itâs just him.
âYour Grandmother doesnât.â
Graecito flinched at my firm words. I put my hand on his head. Pat pat. Now, he looked like a good boy, right?