I'M an adult now.
No, he wasn't.
But Winter was five years old now. He could talk, walk, and move properly on his own. Gone were the days that he needed to be taken care of by his mother and his nanny.
It's my turn to take care of Mommy now.
"Young Master, are you done changing your clothes?" Isabelle, his nanny, asked from outside his room. "Should I help you?"
"Isabelle, I'm no longer a child," Winter said with a pout. When he realized that he was pouting like a kid, he gently slapped his lips. "I'm done changing."
He went out of the room because he didn't want Isabelle to get worried.
As soon as he did, he was surprised when he was greeted by a familiar flash of light– making him close his eyes.
There she goes again.
Right now, Isabelle was taking his pictures using the 'Ice Tablet' that he and his mommy developed when he was three years old.
