NovelEnglishChapter 633
At five in the evening, | went to pick Munchkin up on tand brought him to the restaurant. | told him to g o sit
at the front desk and do his homework.
When the customers at the table left, | finished cleaning the table and went to the front desk to check on
Munchkin. He was playing rock paper scissors with the cashier lady at the front desk.
Seeing that he was constantly losing, | said to the cashier lady with a smile, "Definitely don’t go easy on him.
Don't let him think that he should have his way just because he's young."
Munchkin was upset and said while pouting his mouth, "You're too strict, Mommy."
| could not help but laugh.
Life here might not be as prosperous and luxurious as compared to Whaldorf City, but the peace we had was
utterly precious.
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Munchkin was a very sensible child. For example, he would often ask me, "Mommy, do | have a daddy?"
| would return the question instead, "Do you want a daddy?"
Then, he would sensibly askback, "What about you, Mommy?"
I would not reply to him every time, nor would he keep asking.
On our way hfrom work, we would pass by a dessert store and buy spastries we both loved. Upon
getting back home, we would sit on the sofa and watch cartoons while eating the scrumptious pastries that
always tasted extraordinarily good.
Late at night, | would occasionally dream of Cecilia when she was just a child, coming towith a pile of apples
in her arms during the apple season.
We would cut the apples into cubes and insert toothpicks into each piece, then sit in the courtyard eating and
laughing. She would always say that she would find a handsprince charming in the future.
| woke up in the morning and touched my face, which was stained with tears.
It was another day at work. At 4.30 p.m., | finished the work at hand and got ready to pick Munchkin up.
Fred walked over and asked with a smile, "Are you going to pick Munchkin up?"
| looked at him. This man who was less than 40 years old was tall and good-looking. | nodded. "Do you want me
to pick Pumpkin up for you?"
He smiled slightly and shook his head, asking with his brows raised, "What I'm trying to say is that we're going in
the sdirection, so we might as well go together."
Fred Cullen was this restaurant's boss. When | cover to apply for a job as a waitress, he had curiously asked
me, "Why did you chere to apply for a job a s a waitress when you graduated from a prestigious university?"
| smiled faintly. "There's no distinction between noble and lowly professions. Besides, you pay a very high salary,
Mr. Fred."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "You're not much o f a dreamer, are you?"
It might be that we found each other familiar, and after finding out that we were both single parents, we grew
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The restaurant was not his only business. He still had other work to do, hence there were sdays when h e
did not have the tto pick his child up from school. Hence, he would occasionally ask for my help t o pick
Pumpkin up when I picked Munchkin up.
After leaving the restaurant with Fred, he went to take the car. It was not a long drive and the car ride took only
ten minutes or so.
There were many parents waiting to pick their children up at the entrance of the kindergarten. Many of them
were elderly, so they all sat under a tree after standing for too long.
"There's still another five minutes. Why don't you go over there and sit down? The sun is glaring over here."
Fred pointed to the empty seat shaded by trees.
Smiling slightly, | said, "It's fine. Five minutes isn't very long."
He smiled but did not insist on askingto take a seat. We stood in front of the kindergarten and started
chatting casually.
"In a few days, there'll be an opening for an expat job i n the store with a much higher salary. If you're interested,
| can let the management know and make arrangements for you."
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