"So, if he won't hurt me but will protect me, Mom, would you choose to accept him?" I turned off my phone, shoved it into my jeans pocket, and looked at her seriously.
Although my mom might have already accepted the reality, deep down, she surely remained concerned, even afraid that this child would one day be born from my womb.
Therefore, letting my mom know about Dumpling's virtues was my responsibility.
My mom's face turned slightly pale, a bit mischievously, "How do you know he will protect you?"
"There have been a few times when I encountered danger, Dumpling... protected me." I told her softly.
My mom's eyes widened in shock, "There has been such a thing."
"Yes, Dumpling is very good," I replied.
My mom, conflicted, eventually started to cry, "I don't know whether to feel pity for your kindness, to be moved by this child's sensibility, or to fear his origins..."
