Enna Clark had just parked her car when he spotted it. After saying something to the man across the room, the man looked over and gave her a gentle smile. Waving goodbye to Bobby, he then took his daughter's hand and climbed into the white Mercedes-Benz parked close by.
"Woman!"
Bobby bounded over with his little backpack, a triumphant grin spread across his handsome, little face, he greeted her cheerily.
Enna flicked him on the forehead, exasperatingly retorted, "Tobias Clark, how many times have I told you not to call me 'Woman' in public? You should call me 'Mummy'."
"Well, there's no one else here anyway. Besides, if you didn't have long hair, who would know that you are my mom?" The boy, known as Tobias Clark and nicknamed Bobby, didn't care about her, his young age did not hold back his cutting remarks.
