Chapter 633

At five in the evening, I went to pick Munchkin up on time and brought him to the restaurant. I told

him to g o sit at the front desk and do his homework.

When the customers at the table left, I finished cleaning the table and went to the front desk to

check on Munchkin. He was playing rock paper scissors with the cashier lady at the front desk.

Seeing that he was constantly losing, I said to the cashier lady with a smile, "Definitely don’t go

easy on him. Don't let him think that he should have his way just because he's young."

Munchkin was upset and said while pouting his mouth, "You're too strict, Mommy."

I could not help but laugh.

Life here might not be as prosperous and luxurious as compared to Whaldorf City, but the peace we

had was utterly precious.

Munchkin was a very sensible child. For example, he would often ask me, "Mommy, do I have a

daddy?"

I would return the question instead, "Do you want a daddy?"

Then, he would sensibly ask me back, "What about you, Mommy?"

I would not reply to him every time, nor would he keep asking.

On our way home from work, we would pass by a dessert store and buy some pastries we both

loved. Upon getting back home, we would sit on the sofa and watch cartoons while eating the

scrumptious pastries that always tasted extraordinarily good.

Late at night, I would occasionally dream of Cecilia when she was just a child, coming to me with a

pile of apples in her arms during the apple season.

We would cut the apples into cubes and insert toothpicks into each piece, then sit in the courtyard

eating and laughing. She would always say that she would find a handsome prince charming in the

future.

I woke up in the morning and touched my face, which was stained with tears.

It was another day at work. At 4.30 p.m., I finished the work at hand and got ready to pick Munchkin

up.

Fred walked over and asked with a smile, "Are you going to pick Munchkin up?"

I looked at him. This man who was less than 40 years old was tall and good-looking. I nodded. "Do

you want me to pick Pumpkin up for you?"

He smiled slightly and shook his head, asking with his brows raised, "What I'm trying to say is that

we're going in the same direction, so we might as well go together."

Fred Cullen was this restaurant's boss. When I came over to apply for a job as a waitress, he had

curiously asked me, "Why did you come here to apply for a job a s a waitress when you graduated

from a prestigious university?"

I smiled faintly. "There's no distinction between noble and lowly professions. Besides, you pay a

very high salary, Mr. Fred."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "You’re not much o f a dreamer, are you?"

It might be that we found each other familiar, and after finding out that we were both single parents,

we grew closer to each other.

The restaurant was not his only business. He still had other work to do, hence there were some

days when h e did not have the time to pick his child up from school. Hence, he would occasionally

ask for my help t o pick Pumpkin up when I picked Munchkin up.

After leaving the restaurant with Fred, he went to take the car. It was not a long drive and the car

ride took only ten minutes or so.

There were many parents waiting to pick their children up at the entrance of the kindergarten. Many

of them were elderly, so they all sat under a tree after standing for too long.

"There’s still another five minutes. Why don't you go over there and sit down? The sun is glaring

over here."

Fred pointed to the empty seat shaded by trees.

Smiling slightly, I said, "It's fine. Five minutes isn't very long."

He smiled but did not insist on asking me to take a seat. We stood in front of the kindergarten and

started chatting casually.

"In a few days, there’ll be an opening for an expat job i n the store with a much higher salary. If

you're interested, I can let the management know and make arrangements for you."