The Love that Never Really Dies

The little girl wrapped her arms around her mother’s thigh and requested, “Mommy, can you give me a shower? I’m so done with having a shower without your help!”

Sasha had no choice but to show her daughter the way to the bathroom. To the little girl’s surprise, her mother seemed to have forgotten the proper way to give her a shower.

“Mommy, aren’t you supposed to wash my hair before everything else?” Vivian asked when Sasha was about to apply body wash to her body.

Instead of rinsing off the body wash, Sasha started washing Vivian’s hair with it when she heard her daughter.

Vivian wasn’t able to stop her since Sasha had applied everything when she thought of stopping Sasha.

In the end, bubbles were all over Vivian’s head and ended up seeping into her eyes.

She started wailing, “I-It stings, Mommy! My eyes sting!”

Sebastian, who was giving their sons a shower next door, rushed into the bathroom when he heard their daughter wailing.

“What’s wrong? Why is she crying?”

“T-The bubbles have seeped into her eyes.”

As soon as Sasha explained herself, she told Vivian to stay still and started sprinkling water in her daughter’s direction to rinse off the soapy residue.

“Boohoo—” Their daughter ended up wailing again.

Are you sure this is the way

stand it anymore, Sebastian dashed over and held their daughter in his arms, making his

charm and stopped the little girl from making a

for words to defend herself and stood right

of the proper things to do! M-My mind was all over the place the moment she started wailing! I’m so sorry, Vivian! Please

“I-It’s fine, Mommy.”

finally regained her composure, assured her mother it wasn’t a big deal even

supposed to pick on Sasha in front of their daughter and remained silent

Sasha, he instructed, “Why don’t you head next door and read our

“Alright.”

sense of relief and made her way to

way out of the bathroom. Sitting on the bed, they greeted Sasha

way to her sons’ sides with a beam and took a seat next

to contain his excitement anymore. He asserted with a nod, “We’re waiting for you to read us a story! Ms. Dolivo isn’t

boy of a few words. The fact he had remained silent

mother asked, “Are

folklores of different regions with us! Mommy, why don’t you carry on with

he was of the same

son’s suggestion and stammered in return, “I can’t really recall the content as it has been quite some time since my last reading session. I’ll read you the novel after a