The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Anya was not pleased with the uncooperative Joey, who was in the cage. Her smile disappeared as she grew irritated. "I'm going to count to three. If you still won't look at me, I'm going to be very mad! One... Two..."

Before she could say 'three', Joey forced himself to raise his head and look at Anya timidly.

Anya was Joey's worst nightmare. She would always take out her anger on him whenever she felt unhappy. Although he could not remember every detail as he was a toddler back then, the mere sight of her could make his blood run cold. This horrible woman had instilled an instinctual fear in him.

When Joey finally looked at her, Anya put her friendly smile back on. She reached into the cage to stroke Joey's head. "Good boy. Who's the good boy? You are! Joey is Mommy's good boy!"

Her touch gave Joey the chills. He was downright terrified that she would suddenly strangle him to death.

"Joey, why are you looking at Mommy like that? Don't you miss me?" asked Anya with a smile.

up with tears of terror. He dared not say a word,

enraged Anya again. She lost her temper and yanked Joey's hair. "Hey, I was talking to

voice was a terror to the mind, and Joey began to

thinking of Corinne. He tried his best not to cry, but being a

for a child to cry for his

thought he was calling her, so she

Mommy's here, my baby boy. Don't cry! Good boy..." Anya let go of Joey's hair, wiped off his tears, and said gently, "Joey dear, do you know how miserable Mommy has been all these years? You're Mommy's

about. All

Joey, why don't you call me Mommy again? Just one more time,