He stood in front of her, hands spread wide as he exclaimed, "Pick me up, Mama!"
"....."
We all looked at Willis in confusion as I walked toward him, but before I could reach him, Christina scooped him up.
"Mama is here!" she chirped, her voice sweet as she gently pinched his cheeks with one hand while supporting him with the other.
Willis, who still looked like a three-year-old boy, was easy for her to carry around.
"Uh... This mama..." Willis whimpered, trying to get the other girl's attention as he reached out to her.
"Willis," Christina whispered, grabbing both his hands and tucking them close to his body. "She is not your mama."
"Mama..." Willis mumbled, his voice frail as if he would cry at any moment.
Now I stood close to Christina, trying to grab Willis by the back of his neck.
"Give him to me, Christina." But before I could, the raven-haired girl extended her hands toward Willis.
