" Mommy, your meals are always delicious. What magic do you put here mommy? "
Mommy giggeled from hearing what I just asked.
She patted my head. And said.
" Honey. There is no such thing as magic. Okay? You need to believe there is none. Practice makes perfect. That's all. "
Then she ate again.
I know so. I just didn't want to believe in it yet.
" Mommy, where's daddy? "
She stopped eating and stared at me for a while.
" Well uuum. Honey. "
Huh? What is that? Some kind of voice. I can't hear mommy clearly.
" So, Daddy's on a field trip. Okay? He'll be out for a week."
She gave me a faint smile.
I didn't heard mommy's words.
Was it someone? Or something.
" Mommy. "
" Yes Honey? "
She asked not looking at me.
" Did you hear that voice? "
She finally looked but then gave me a questioning look.
" What voice honey? There is only you and me here. No other voices can be made. So, don't worry. "
That was an.
Unsatisfying.
