Little Superglue glared at his father. He missed her so much that just hearing that his mommy might be here made him hopeful. Especially because he heard it from his daddy, whom he trusted with all his heart! It had been so long since he last saw his mommy. He wanted so dearly to be with her... but now he can't trust his daddy anymore.
"Okay, let's go home," Mua Kong swept up his son, carrying the boy away.
Elder Mae grabbed the blanket and followed. Even before the line finished on stage, Mua Kong left. His son being upset was more important than the show. He was afraid the boy would cause a scene, thinking it better to leave.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie to you," Mua Kong whispered, as he carried his son down the hallway.
Little Superglue didn't move, staying silent. He laid still in his father's arms, not flinching. Behind his eyes were a mix of fury and sadness.
What Hue Houa told him earlier still hung in his ears. 'The air is bad.'
