The little toddler blinked her big eyes, looking at her somewhat nervously and didn't make a sound.
Mrs. Johnson always had a lot of patience with children and was just about to say something when she heard the voice of a woman not far away, "Jenson, Jenson? Where did you run off to?"
"Mommy!"
The little toddler, who was still being supported by Mrs. Johnson, burst into tears upon hearing her mother's call, shook off Mrs. Johnson's hand with a sense of grievance, and ran to a woman dressed like a gardener.
Mrs. Johnson stood up from the ground and looked at the toddler now held by her mother, her eyes were indifferent, but there was a hint of nostalgia in their depths.
If the child in Tasha Moore's womb were still around...
Probably would have been about the same age as this child.
