Chapter 3 - She’s My Mother (3) (1/2)
Chapter 3: She’s My Mother (3)
He cried.
It was heartbreaking. The child’s eyes looked so sad. But I couldn’t help it. I was not his mother, so I ignored the child’s desperate eyes.
I’m sorry, kid. I thought the sudden and embarrassing situation would end just like that but the child shook his hand and sank to the floor. Then, he started crying more sadly than anyone else in the world.
“Uhuhuu…, Papa is bad… It was not enough to leave her on the street, and now you won’t even feed Mama. Papa is very bad….”
The child with a small body cried with an incredibly loud voice. People walking along the side of the street began to leer and stare at us. The handsome young man was definitely the father of the child, and then the hungry mother…
Do they mean me? I didn’t know how I became a hungry mother, but they were right.
“Josh! Get up right now! Or you’ll get in trouble with Papa when we get back to the mansion! ”
The man’s voice grew louder and louder, his forehead wrinkled in anger.
The man’s angry voice did not scare the child at all. He let out an even louder noise and threatened his father.
“If Papa leaves Mama here, I will stay here, too.”
“What the hell are you talking about? ”
“She’s there! ”
Josh pointed to me with his small hands.
“Your mom is not here!”
The man shouted.
“She is right there!”
“Josh… That dirty thing is not your mom. ”
“She only got dirty because Papa didn’t take care of Mama! ”
“Josh…”
The man sighed heavily and didn’t speak for a long time…
The little guy was a bold fellow. He didn’t budge a single inch from his stubborn attitude.
“Hey, beggar.”
A beggar? Who was he calling? I looked around and realized that there was no one but me who could be called the beggar. I might have looked like a beggar, but I was not a beggar. I bit my lips, unable to say that.
“Yes, the beggar answers.”
“Do you work?”
“No, I just got fired.”
“Yes, it would be strange for someone like you to work.”
“What? ”
“Don’t you want to try a new job?”
“What is it?”
“For now, let’s go to the mansion and talk. The child isn’t calm.”
The little guy’s cries continued. The man was becoming increasingly impatient, although not intentionally. The man looked nervous when I didn’t answer right away. The number of people who stopped walking and watched us began to grow. It wasn’t intended either, but it was a feeling of involuntary attention.
“Why aren’t you answering?”