51 Grimma (1/2)

Adopting four children because we couldn't have one of our own – this was the idea that woman gave me. And I agreed to it. Hence, we adopted four siblings.

But, was it worth it? I used to wonder so.

Taking care of just one child is more than troublesome. And she decided to take care of 4 of them. Was she out of her mind? No, that's impossible. After all, that woman didn't have a mind to be out of.

But maybe, that is why I married her. Who knows? I surely don't.

*****

”Grimma!” She called out the name of the eldest sister as she was about to be done with cooking, ”Would you arrange the plates, my dear?”

”Why would I!?” A grumpy voice of the 12 years old girl came in response.

”Why? You don't want to eat?” the woman tilted her head in confusion as she questioned Grimma.

”Of course I do. But that doesn't mean you can make me arrange the plates like I'm some servant.” She looked away from the woman.

”But if you don't arrange the plates, how will you eat?” the woman tilted her head once again as she was genuinely confused by the question she posed.

”W-Well, you can arrange the plates, can't you?” Grimma yelled at her with a blush as she started to feel like she was being made a fool out of.

”Ah, I see. That's what you meant.” The woman said while churning the ingredients. ”I can't do that though as I am still cooking.”

The woman said with a smile. Grimma's cheek grew even more flustered with that.

”Fine! Whatever! I'll arrange them if that's what you want from me.” She grumpily took the plates and started to place them on the table. Seeing that, the woman nodded and gave remarks like 'good girl' and 'just like that' and 'you're doing great' and so on. Each remark only made Grimma more flustered, feeling like she was being made fun of.

Looking at that scenery from a little distance away, the man started laughing. ”Hahahahaha!!!”

He laughed to his heart's content. Hearing his voice frustrated Grimma but she ignored it and continued to arrange the plates.

”Well kid, looks like even someone like you can't handle a behemoth like that, can you?” the man asked sarcastically as he pointed at the woman who was still cooking. Looking at her, Grimma only took a big sigh and returned to arranging plates.

*****

Grimma, was it? That was the name of my oldest daughter? Yes, I feel that's right. She was a real brat at the beginning, not that any of that mattered against her, my wife. For all the stubbornness Grimma showed, my wife would misinterpret it in some way that would make her give up.