Playing Games
The child spoke up. "What were you doing just now?"
Huh?
The woman froze.
Just now?
She hadn't been doing anything just now...
"You were talking to the air!"
The child stamped his feet in agitation.
He shouted loudly.
The woman immediately understood what the child meant.
Ah...
"Mommy."
The child furrowed his brows.
His face was a little pale.
"You were so strange just now."
"You..."
"Why were you talking to the air?"
The woman froze.
"Mommy."
The child looked at the woman cautiously.
"Are you, are you all right?"
The woman looked at the child.
Complicated emotions flickered in her eyes.
She had been careless.
"I'm fine."
The corners of the woman's mouth curled upward.
"Mommy was playing house."
Huh?
The child froze.
Mommy...
"Mommy was playing... a game?"
The child blinked.
So...
Was that what it was?
"That's right."
The woman nodded.
Then she pretended to frown troubledly. "Mommy won't play anymore."
"Why?"
The child blurted it out.
Mommy smiled at the child. "Because Mommy scared Bao Bao."
"...No!"
After a brief daze, the child denied it.
"You didn't scare me!"
The child put on a defiant expression.
Yet a trace of guilt leaked from his widened eyes.
"Liar."
The woman gently patted the child's head.
"You even hid from Mommy."
"And you still say Mommy didn't scare you."
The child opened his mouth.
But he had nothing to say.
After all...
Mommy was right about everything.
Just now...
He really had been a little frightened.
Mommy had been talking to the air...
Speaking so naturally.
So naturally that...
The child had even begun to doubt his own eyes.
Could it be...
That Mommy wasn't the one with a problem?