I couldn''t help shaking my head. I looked at As and sighed. "My goodness, were we like that when we were kids?"
With a serious expression, As said, "You followed me everywhere back then and never left my side."
I was speechless.
As I sat next to As, I watched Ava, who had an arrogant look on her face. I chuckled and said, "Look how conceited you''ve made our daughter. Isn''t she being a little too shameless?"
As responded proudly, "It''s true, though. Her parents are something to be proud of."
This man was behaving even more shamelessly.
I was puzzled. Didn''t she have any of my genes? Why was she so much like him?
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Don''t you think we''re the most affectionate, harmonious, and well-matched couple among all these parents?"
I smiled and shamelessly said, "You''re absolutely right. My husband is the most handsome man of all."
When he heard me say that, he kissed me suddenly, startling me. I quickly looked around, sure that people had seen us.
But he didn''t care at all and asked me, "Is this too much? Don''t affectionate couples show their love like this?"
I pinched him and softly warned, "You need to watch your image. There''s a lot of people around here. You can''t just act recklessly." Ava covered her mouth and giggled. I immediately turned red.
She said, "Don''t mind me, Mommy. I didn''t see anything."
Asughed, and Jenny chuckled too.
I quickly pinched him again. He looked at me with a grimace, whispering, "Sweetheart, your Mommy is ruthless."
My daughter patted me and said, "Don''t bully Daddy. We should live in harmony. We''re a loving family."
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I quickly changed the subject. I looked at As and whispered, "You''ve arranged to go to the farm next week. What if we have no time to go? And what if too many people show up?"
"It''ll be a rare opportunity to take the
kids out to y. Besides, they''re always ying in our yard. Wouldn''t it be more fun for them to be around other kids? They''ll make more
friends and be more lively sel
cheerful. It''ll broaden their horizons.
"No matter who they are, children will always be children. It can''t be like when we were young, with just the two of us in the yard every day. We need to make more friends." As spoke convincingly, "If they want to make friends with me, it''ll be just for business. I''ll judge them ordingly, weed out the bad, ept the good, and that''s it."
I felt relieved when he said that.
I didn''t think that the following Saturday would be eventful as well, but that was another story.
The parent-child activities continued, and no matter what, we couldn''t escape the routine. The first event was the three-legged race.
But our three-legged race had a bit of a twist. A pair of parents would be tied together by their legs, and each parent had to hold their child while running forward. The distance was 100 meters.
After As heard the requirements for the activity, he made detailed arrangements for the two of us and patiently instructed me on the techniques we needed to use. After our legs had been tied together, we tested our coordination and he gave me an OK gesture. He held Ava in his arms, with one hand around her and the other around my waist.
Before the race started, he emphasized the key points to me again and told me to rx, trying out the rhythm a couple of times.
More than twenty couples were participating in this activity. We all stood in a long line, making it look quite spectacr.
As the starting gun went off, I got nervous and froze for a moment. As murmured the stepping rhythm to me in a low voice.
At the beginning, I was nervous and
a little slow, As used his arms to lift me up almost entirely, and constantly gave the rhythmmand. After the first fifty
meters, our steps became extremely smooth. We quickly passed the
couples in front of us.
As we gradually left all the other families behind, Ava screamed in As''s arms.
In the end, we finally stood out as the fastest to reach the finish line.
As embraced both of us, mother and daughter. When we looked back, the scene behind us was simply heartbreaking.
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