Astrid sat on the breakfast table and swallowed her saliva. Mrs Roselle sat opposite Ace and her guilt crept back.
`Mrs Roselle, I am sorry about yesterday', she spoke with sincerity. From the daggers Mrs Roselle shot at Ace, she knew she was not in trouble. But the same can't be said about Ace.
`Fret not dear, Ace should be feeling sorry not you.' Mrs Roselle glanced pitifully at Ace. She was guilt trapping him with her eyes.
Ace stood up mid breakfast, walked to her side and kissed her forehead before hugging her.
`You will age faster if you hold back your anger mom', Ace rubbed his cheek against his mother's.
