You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Damian did not like the weather in D City but after a heavy snowfall, he was able to make a snowman outdoors which compensated for his initial dislike.

As for Clarissa, she never liked doing activities in the cold snowy weather. However, any adult watching a heavy snowfall would revert back to being a child. As such, she helped her son build the snowman.

Yet, when the snowman did not meet Damian’s expectations, his mood dampened and he felt upset.

The boy whined, “Mommy, the snowman is so ugly. I don’t want it…”

Clarissa was helpless. “Damian, this is the best I could do…”

Still pouting, Damian could not bring himself to accept that the big, ugly, and shapeless snowman was his.

Left with no option, Damian started sobbing and crying.

Clarissa was at the end of her wits and all she could do was to text Matthew for help.

At that moment, Matthew was in a meeting. After receiving the message, he smiled when he saw the picture of the ugly snowman in the yard sent by Clarissa.

The text read: Help. Damian thinks the snowman I made is ugly. What should I do? Give me some guidance.

Building a snowman was not something that Matthew had done before and thus, he had no idea how to go about it.

In the conference room, the executives were silent for a moment, waiting for instructions from the president. In the end, what they got were not instructions, but instead, a question from him.

“Can anyone give me the fastest way to build a beautiful snowman?”

Everyone was dumbfounded before turning to look out the window, gazing at the snow that was still falling heavily outside.

Is the president trying to imply something? Is he trying to use a snowman as a metaphor for our work?

Yes, that is likely the case. Although making a snowman is something only a child would do, from the planning till the implementation, it requires both actions and also aesthetics. From the birth of an idea to carrying it out, it must be a combination of actions and thoughts. Is the president hinting to us that we’re only using our brains without practical action?

“President, I used to help my children make them. According to my experience, although making a snowman seems simple, it does require coordination. If you’re not careful, the snowman might turn out different than what you expected. So, for starters… Secondly… What needs to be noted is… Finally…”

Matthew listened and nodded thoughtfully, looking as if he was satisfied with the suggestions.

“President, I do agree with what he said, but I have a second feasible plan. I think…”

What came next was several people giving their own opinions or affirming what had been said. Of course, those who had actually built a snowman when they were young had the most say.

These suggestions were all recorded by Matthew using his mobile phone. After Clarissa received the information, she listened to how these elites talked about making a snowman through sophisticated planning, and she had mixed feelings about it.

Clarissa tried to put the ideas of these elites into practice. She felt that since these instructions on ways to build a snowman were from talented individuals of Tyson Corporation, it must be effective.

Hence, she trusted their methods.

and instructions step by step, Clarissa started making the snowman seriously and carefully, hoping to make

trying to create a snowman that would hopefully be an adorable one that he had seen

Half an hour passed.

turned into an

I’m doing exactly as they instructed. Why

stood in front of the second snowman that his mother had made. His small face

stood nearby with an awkward smile on

I

looked up at her, then sighed. He turned

at a

Damian looking down

dejectedly. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, the mother-son pair were seated together on the soft rug. As Clarissa watched her son putting together a jigsaw puzzle seriously, she felt like

my son

future, and he would despise her even

about that scenario sent a chill down

gave Matthew

Clarissa blurted out, “Matthew, in your eyes, I’m the smartest woman ever, right?

sounded strained when he said, “Clare,

and she

you hurt? What’s the matter with

not me, it’s George.

dangerous it could be for

said, “I got

not say anything to console Matthew as

up, Clarissa sat down. Her son was looking at her with concern in

“Mommy, what happened?”

Damian’s plump little hands a squeeze, shook her head and replied, “Noting. It’s

“Alright.”

about your daddy’s father, your Grandpa. He fell and Daddy has gone to the hospital to see

“Grandpa?”

knew words like Grandpa and Grandma. He also

simply a man who was a bit older, that

age where he could understand his father’s concern. He blinked and asked, “Is Grandpa going to receive injections? It will

you’ll fall, okay? And if you fall, it will be painful for you when

about injections, Damian was so frightened that he clutched Clarissa

fall. You,

was amused by

“Alright, I’ll be good.”

this incident reminded Clarissa that Catherine was getting on in age as well and she had to instruct the elder woman