"N-nothing. He forgot. God doesn't give me anything." Suyin sniffed.
"No God didn't forget. He must be preparing a bigger gift for you. Just be patient. It will come for sure. Even my gift arrived late." Unaware to her, he looked up at the sky and squinted his eyes, sending a warning to the almighty.
God frowned, 'Brat! I already send it weeks back. But the blind woman failed to see it. Keep me out of this. I'm innocent.'
"Honey, can I take you as my gift?" Suyin's voice was soft, almost pleading the child like a child.
He stopped pecking her cheek, "But I'm dad's."
"So let me take both of you. Please."
God, 'YES! That's your gift! Take it! Take both father and son, and spare me.'
"Okay. We both are yours. Happy now? Now stop crying." Honey only said it to console her, and make her stop crying. Surely, she wouldn't be interested in taking them forever. When the crying mess in his arms would be sober, she would forget all this. Is it?
