“ I can’t tolerate your husband anymore. Just divorce him. Great-grandfather, you and I can live separately.”
“ At this movement if your father heard what you said……” Dylan continues her sentence “ He will punish me. Other than that what he can do?”
“ Is this how a five-year-old boy speaks?” Risa pinches his nose.
He pouts as he removes her hand. “ Don’t pinch my nose.”
Risa immediately chuckles as she sees his reaction. Suddenly something strikes in her mind. She felt a similar incident. Someone pinches her nose and she gives the same reply. But she can’t remember who did it.
She is brought to reality by her son. “ Mom, what happened?”
“ Nothing.” she shakes her head.
" Did you show your report card to your father? "
" Yep and he threw me out of the room. "
" Threw you out? Why? "
" You should know him. How do I know about your husband? "
Risa stares at him. She chuckles.
