He pouted while facing the wall while sitting cross legged on his little blanket. The woman on the other hand was trying to pacify him while cooking breakfast but was failing miserably.
"Don't pout like that, I did it for your own good"
"Hmph"
"Didn't your trauma leave after all those pigs you and didn't try to drive a tusk through you?"
"Hmph"
"Are you sure you don't want me to toss you in the chicken coop?"
"Hell ya I'm sure!" He glared at her
"Okay, okay.." She raised her arms in the air, giving up.
After scrambling out of the pig pen. She tried to pull him towards the chicken coop as well, but he struggled so hard against her hold that his clothes started to rip. Afraid that she would ruin his clothes, she let him go but doing so allowed him to run like he was on steroids. After that, she had no other chance to get him in the coop.
After she had fed the animals and checked the crops, she had returned to find him pouting against the wall. She was really tired so she decided to sleep and give him time. However, when she woke up in the morning, she found him in the same position as before.
Worried about his health, she tried to pacify him, but it was not working. She poured the soup she had made into a wooden bowl and brought it to him.
"Okay, I'm sorry, and I promise that I will never try to throw you in the chicken coop and pig pen ever again."
"Really?"
"Yes, really, now eat, I don't want you to starve"
"Hmmm....alright"
He took the bowl that was offered and started spooning the soup into his mouth. She chuckled after seeing that he was eating and served some soup for herself as well.
"I just realised that I never asked your name...what should I call you?"
"My name is Teresa"
"Alright, I will call you Aunt Teresa"
"You have known me for barely two days and you are calling me your Aunt. Are you going to start calling me your mother after another two days"
"Trust me, you do not want to be called my mother"
"Hmm?"
"Anyway, you have taken care of me, fed me and are even teaching me how to read and write. You are like the mother I never had. Since calling you mother would just be disrespectful, I am calling you my Aunt. I don't see the problem"
She was confused about what he was talking about, but she decided not to pry. Still, she did feel a little warm and fuzzy inside after hearing how close the boy felt to her.
'Do I have an uncanny ability to make all little boys see me as their mother?'
The boy on the other hand, truly meant the words he said. He did not know what the other party was thinking, but if he did, he would have definitely coughed blood.
"What is you name then?"
"Hmm?"
The boy thought for a bit. He did not want to even think about his previous life. So he decided that it would be best if he just chose a different name or maybe a different alias, since he was bad at making names and he didn't really want all the basic names.
He wanted something unique....something befiting his poetic talent...he would decide on it later. For now, he decided to make a temporary alias.
'Hmm...' his eyes widened as flashes of his past and questions bombarded his mind.
He knew that he should make a temporary alias but.....the problem was....nothing was coming to mind.
"Uh...I'll get back to you"
"Huh?"
"I haven't decided on a name yet"
"What do you mean, you haven't decided on a name yet?"
"Exactly what you think it means....uhh...I'm an orphan without a name!....yes...that's a good enough excuse"
"Sorry? I didn't here the last part?"
"Hahaha, nothing~"
"Haaa...fine, you can tell me later"
The room descended into a comfortable silence, the only sound heard was the sipping of soup and the sound of ladles tapping the bowl.
Aunt Teresa soon finished her soup, took her and the boy's bowl and started walking towards the entrance. After a brief internal struggle, the boy decided to follow after her.
"Wait, let me help you clean the bowls."
"Oh, thank you son, I'll go and tend to the animals and crops. After you finish washing the bowls, you can either go to the cave and rest or come and help me in the farm"
"Umm....alright"
She handed the bowls to him and walked behind the cave. He went to the river and washed the bowls, before also washing himself and drinking a bit of water as well.
He knew this but had tried his best to ignore it, but he stank! He reeked of shit! Now that he had a chance to bathe, he would not miss the opportunity.
After he was done. He took the bowls, placed them in the cave, and ran out to help his aunt with her farm.
At first he was clumsy and messed up a lot of times, making his aunt shake her head and hurriedly fix his mistake. She then assigned him easy jobs that even a baby could not mess up while asking him to pay attention to the things she was doing and learn from what she did.
After they returned, it was almost lunch time. So, after a quick lunch, Aunt Teresa started to teach him how to read and write as well. This continued until dinner time, after which they called it a day.
While eating dinner, Aunt Teresa asked "When will you start going out to train again?"
His eyes widened. She was right! He had recovered already! He hadn't gone for so long! The chickens had scared the will to train out of him!
"I'm gonna go out and train tomorrow. I still need to make my weapons again"
"Wait for a while before you head out. I will make your weapons for you."
"Wait, are you sure? Aren't you busy?"
"I should help my son when I can right?"
Her words brought tears to his eyes. When had anyone ever been this kind to him?
"Ohh~ Auntie Teresa!"
"There there, don't cry hahahaha"