"Stay at home, sweep the floor, mop the floor, fold the quilt, wipe the glass... and make skewers with mommy. Mommy needs a lot of skewers for her stall," Kyle Kinston said.
Mabel Quinn was taken aback. She hadn't expected that he had to do so much housework, and the skewers he mentioned were likely barbecue skewers. She remembered him saying that he used to help his mother at a barbecue stall when he was a child.
"What about kindergarten? Didn't you go to kindergarten?" she asked.
He blinked, then shook his head.
Mabel was a bit stunned. If she had ever thought her childhood was not very happy, then compared to Kyle's, hers was not even comparable.
She also remembered that when she was little, she wanted nothing more than to go out and play with her parents and brother, hoping her parents would take her along.
But until her father passed away, that dream remained just a dream.
"How about sister takes you to the amusement park today?" she couldn't help but suggest.
