Talk to Daddy just like how you talk to
Mommy. Do you think you can do that?"
However, Willow looked troubled. I continued, "If you agree, you can sleep with me in my bedroom tonight.
Willow looked at me, and then she turned
to look around the large bedroom. She said,
"Okay!"
After brushing her teeth, Willow left her cup
and toothbrush in my bathroom. Then,
she walked outside and reached out to Zane.
"Daddy." Zane paused. He squatted down in disbelief, wondering if he had misheard it. He said, "Were you just talking to me?"
Willow glanced at me, who was standing
behind Zane. It was difficult, but Willow
continued, "Yeah."
Zane immediately picked Willow up.
When Zane first found out that Willow was
autistic, be brought Willow to a doctor,
and she received various treatments. Yet,
Willow still refused to speak At that time,
Zane thought it was fine as long as Willow
lived healthily. But later, Willow encountered Annalise. When Willow was willing to speak
to Annalise,
Zane did not wish for more either.
He thought it was great that Willow was willingto speak
to someone, even if it weren't him.
However, Willow finally called out to Zane!
It felt like a dream to him
"It's amazing.
at if I am willing to talk to you, she will.
Sensing Zane's excitement, Willow lightly
patted him on the back and said,
"Mommy said that sleep with me tonight."
Hearing that, Zane paused and gazed at me, I flashed him a smile. Zane looked away and said, "She's a great person."
Willow said proudly, "Of course, I picked her out as my Mommy."
Zane brought Willow back to her bedroom, and then he put her down. Willow immediately dived into the wardrobe and found herself a nightgownBefore Zane could pick her up, Willow ran up to me. Meanwhile, Zane had been
gazing lovingly at Willow.
I smiled at Willow and asked,
"What should you say to Daddy now?"
After pondering for a moment,
Willow answered, "I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Daddy."
Then, Willow led me back to my bedroom.
After closing the door, Willow handed me her nightgown and said, "Help me change,
Mommy."
"Sure.
Willow was cooperative, and it was easy to
get her dressed. She happily snuggled under the sheets and poked her head out.
She giggled and said,
"Mommy, I want a bedtime story."
There were many illustrated books at home.
I picked one that was suitable for her age, and I started reading from the first page.
I wasn't sure if Willow had been tired or
if my voice was too soothing. By the second
page, Willow was fast asleep.
As I gazed at her innocent face,
I couldn't help but give her a peck on the
cheek. I whispered, "Goodnight, darling."
The next morning, I woke up early as usual,
and I wanted to make breakfast for Willow.
But when I went downstairs to the kitchen,
I realized that someone else had already
prepared breakfast. I went to the living room
instead.
"Are you hungry?" Zane said from behind me.
Shaking my head, I turned around
to gaze at Zane. I said, "I used to prepare
breakfast all the time."
"You don't have to anymore. We have chefs
and housekeepers here. Aside from spending time with Willow, you can do anything you
want," said Zane, who was sipping away
on black coffee on the couch.
I sat down across from him. In the past, all my time used to be taken up by house chores.
Now that I didn't have to do any chores,
I didn't know what to do with all the extra time on hand.
"Mommy!
Just as I fell into deep thought, I suddenly
heard Willow's tearful cry. I looked up to see
willow run downstairs, teary–eyed. 1 immediately approached Willow and asked, "What's wrong?