When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Come with me.”

A few seconds after the duo walked out of the private room, silence fell once again.

I hid behind the wall for another short while. Once the room went completely silent, I tiptoed my way out.

As soon as I reached the entrance, I had an odd feeling. When I turned around, I noticed the little boy I encountered on our way back home from the hospital, Gregory, had his eyes glued to me with a bright grin.

He stood upright and seemed to be anticipating my arrival because he wasn’t surprised by the stranger in the room the slightest bit.

When I thought things were way too awkward, Gregory broke the silence and asked, “Have you figured out everything?”

Slightly taken aback by his question, I asked, “What?”

“That woman who was here a few minutes ago!” Gregory tucked his arm and orated, “She’s my father’s fiancée, but we don’t really like her! Actually, the feelings are mutual between us! Since someone has to marry my father, can you be the one? I like you! You look just like my mother! Can you be my mother?”

an old man. I started chuckling, finding his

poke your nose into the adults’ businesses. You’re just a kid. On top of that,

yet I got increasingly discouraged as I went on because I couldn’t bring myself to get mad

the urge to pinch his chubby little cheeks –

my words as he

hate you

mean

held his chest high and announced, “Don’t worry! My father is a great man! He will take good care of you! As long as you promise me to

“What do you mean by

me I can get myself another few siblings if I get Daddy to

his reply because the things he had been exposed to weren’t supposed to be shared with a child of his age. Perhaps he

said, he was way too naïve in which he had approached a random woman on

can agree to help, but your father may not have any feelings for me. If that’s the case, things will end up miserably and cause both of us