Hearing this, the little boy looked up at Viola Thompson, crying as he asked, "Really?"
"Mhm." Viola Thompson slightly nodded and then looked over to Terrence Lentz, "Lentz, you go buy the ice-cream."
Terrence Lentz, who was wiping chocolate off Viola Thompson's knee with a tissue, bowed down and said, "Alright."
While Terrence Lentz went to buy the ice cream, Viola Thompson took out a tissue from her bag and gently wiped the tears off the little boy's face. Noticing that he had a scrape on his hand, she took a small porcelain jar from her bag, "You're hurt here, let me apply some ointment. It might sting a bit, so just bear with it."
The little boy nodded.
Viola Thompson gently applied the ointment to the little boy and finally, she also gently blew on it.
The little boy looked at Viola Thompson, somewhat shyly said, "Thank you, sister."
"Call me aunty." Viola Thompson said.
The little boy was startled.
Aunty? Aren't aunts supposed to be as old as a mom?
