Joelle glanced back, puzzled. âDidnât we change Rylandâs diaper right after getting off the plane?â Next to her, Aurora scrunched up her nose and declared, âRyland is smelly!â Despite her complaint, she graciously allowed Ryland to clutch her doll, which quieted his cries immediately.
However, the odor in the car remained potent. Noticing a shopping mall nearby, Joelle proposed, âLetâs stop here. I need to pick up some necessities.â The group readily agreed with her suggestion.
As they walked, Joelle and Katherine each held one of Auroraâs hands. The mall boasted parent-child rooms, reflecting a progressive recognition that child-rearing responsibilities were shared by both parents, not just mothers.
Rafael took Ryland to change his diaper, while Joelle, Katherine, and Aurora ventured into a nearby toy store. Katherine hoisted Aurora up and gestured toward the shelves. âPick any one you like, and itâs yours!â Aurora, lively yet well-mannered, sought Joelleâs approval with a glance before choosing.
Joelle smiled, adjusting her clothes. âGo ahead. Kathyâs usually so frugal she wouldnât even fix the heating in her office. She must adore you a lot.â
âHey!â Katherine retorted, a bit embarrassed. âIâve fixed that, just so you know.â
Pointing at two dolls, Aurora asked, âCan I have both of them?â Katherine was ready to indulge her, but Joelle interjected gently, âIsnât one enough? You already have so many toys. Maybe the little turtle could be for Ryland?â Aurora beamed and nodded, happy to share with her brother.
The siblings displayed a rare harmony, unlike the stereotypical rivalry expected in two-child families. Aurora enjoyed including Ryland in her activities, and he adored following her lead.
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Katherineâs heart warmed. âJoelle, I used to dread the idea of marriage and kids, but seeing you now, Iâm genuinely envious.â Joelle knew that ever since Katherine had been dumped by Frankie, she hadnât been in a relationship. Even though Katherine always said it was because she had no time, Joelle could tell that she was still bitter about that past relationship.
âKathy, these things canât be rushed. Arenât you content with your independence? We all have our paths, and what brings joy to one might not suit another.â Katherine exhaled deeply, her voice laced with concern. âYouâre right. But what about you? You and Rafaelâ¦â She trailed off, mindful of the little ears nearby.
Joelle shook her head slightly. âLetâs talk about that later.â After they had finished shopping and were exiting the store, Rafael joined them, cradling Ryland, while Aurora skipped ahead joyfully, clutching a little turtle toy.
Suddenly, a distracted woman burst out of the restroom, colliding with Aurora and sending her tumbling to the floor. âWhose child is this? Look, sheâs dirtied my shoes!â the woman snapped, frustration evident in her tone. Not seeing any adults around Aurora, she let her annoyance boil over into a kick aimed at the little girl.
âWhat are you doing?â Katherine reacted instinctively, rushing to push the woman away. âHow can you treat a child like that? Was that really necessary?â
Joelle and Rafael hurried to Auroraâs side, their concern palpable. âAre you okay, honey?â
Rafael, ever the doctor, began a swift check to ensure she was alright. Despite the pain, Aurora tried to stay strong, her large eyes brimming with tears yet her voice steady. âMommy, Daddy, Iâm okay. Did I do something wrong?â
Joelle had seen it all. The woman, engrossed in her phone, hadnât noticed Aurora until too late. The collision was unfortunate, but the response was inexcusable. Aurora, being small and easily missed, wasnât clearly at fault. Yet, the womanâs reaction, particularly the kick, was undeniably harsh.
Both Rafael and Joelle stood protectively in front of Aurora. Joelle addressed the woman calmly but firmly. âMaâam, while my daughter might have bumped into you, was there any need to respond so violently?â
The woman retorted defensively, âAre you crazy? Didnât you see her running towards me? She deserved it!â
Katherine countered sharply, âYou werenât exactly paying attention either, busy with your phone!â
âSo what? Canât you watch your own child? Youâre blaming others because you canât keep an eye on her.â
Rafael then interjected, âSheâs only three years old. A reprimand might have been understandable, but kicking her? Why resort to such aggression?â
âSo what?â The woman sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. âIf you canât keep your child in line, donât expect the rest of the world to handle her! Itâs parents like you who spoil their kids, turning them into nothing worthwhile!â
Joelleâs brow furrowed deeply, her tone laden with disbelief and frustration. âHas our society really become so harsh that it canât extend a little grace to a child? Sheâs only three. Do you really expect her to behave flawlessly? And what about youâhave you lived a flawless life?â
The woman checked her watch impatiently, dismissing the confrontation. âI donât have time for this. Youâre just after money, arenât you? Fine, letâs settle this quickly.â
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