To Be Different

Chapter 8.

Going home was never exciting!
Ever before.

It was always my Dad and I.

Today I was happy to see Jeffery. He screamed excitedly immediately when he saw my face.

How did he remember me so fast?

His mother was holding him and she smiled when she saw me.

"He couldn't stop pointing at your room the whole day." She said.

My face lit up too. Although, I was still angry at her, I couldn't deny the fact that Jeffery was her child and he made me very happy.

I take him from his mother, no words really shared and live with him to my room.

He stares at me the whole way, a small smile plastered on his face.

"Did you miss me?" I ask him.

He smiles in response. "Mama!"

I laugh. "I'm not your mother Jeffrey. I'm your sister."

When he laughs, his two teeth show and I find it really cute.

I put him on the bed and he starts to play with my pillows.

This gives me a chance to undress and sit back down with the little boy.

"School was so bad today. The kids were so bad to me, but a friend was there. And I felt better." I tell Jeffrey who hits my face in response.

His slap is so much painful than other slaps.
I'm so surprised that I just stare at him.

He breaks down into laughter, such cute laughter that I find myself laughing back.

"Why did you beat me?" I ask him still confused.

Jeffery places his tiny arms around my neck and rests his head on my chest.

I'm so surprised every second he does unexpected things.

I gently, hold him rocking him back and forth.

He looks up at me, his big cute eye's lighting up immediately.

I just stare at him quiet. I have never been around babies but this one kinda makes me feel like I have so much experience with them.

"Mna!" He says in his angelic voice.

Awww.

I move my face closer to his and he places a soft kiss on my cheek.

Awwww.
"Mna!" He says afterwards.

I just stare at him so happy. He is mine. My little treasures, and I'm fond of him.

Jeffery lies back on my chest quietly now.

"You're a cute child." I tell him.
He doesn't say anything.
He doesn't really talk but I love talking to him.

His breathing becomes heavy and I peep at him.

He's sleeping.

I don't know how long I stood there just watching him sleep.
He is so adorable and cute.

At last, his mother comes in the room to get him.

"Wow, I usually put him on my back to sleep and he takes really long." She tells me.

I laugh softly in response.
I hand her the baby gently and again she smiles at me.

"Maybe, you can help me take him to bed if you want."

I nod.

Besides, I really wanted to see him sleep.