Jordan finished describing the art and smiled at Beta Sheryl as if he was the president and he had just finished addressing the nation.
Beta Sheryl wondered if Jordan would answer some of the questions she had in mind regarding him and his sister but the Jordan yawned and Beta Sheryl excused herself to go and make him some food.
She prepared the food while humming and hoped Jordan would love it, what she didn't want was to be a bad godmother and at the same time a bad cook.
She finished preparing the food and carried it to Jordan, opening the door she was surprised to find the boy peacefully asleep, his cute face looking innocent.
"Well, I guess I am officially the bad godmother I am. How long did I prepare the food?" Beta Sheryl asked herself and placed the food on the bedside table and left the room and locked the door behind her slowly to avoid waking up Jordan.
