Honesty
Yaya had something on her mind.
It was hard to keep her expression from looking distracted.
"Yaya."
Child's Dad reached out to take the backpack from her shoulders. "What's wrong?"
"Is your backpack too heavy?"
"Dad can carry it for you."
Yaya held onto the straps of her backpack.
She shook her head.
No.
Her backpack was pretty heavy.
But she was used to it.
It didn't feel all that heavy anymore.
She didn't need Dad to carry it.
She could carry it herself.
The man wasn't too surprised by her refusal.
In some ways, this child was unexpectedly stubborn.
He smiled.
"Your backpack isn't too heavy?"
"Then what's wrong?"
He guessed, "Did something happen at school?"
"Did you argue with a classmate?"
Yaya shook her head again.
Of course not.
She got along well with all her classmates.
"Then what's wrong?"
The woman stroked Yaya's face. "Are you tired from class?"
Yaya shook her head again.
"Mom..."
"Dad..."
Yaya murmured.
"Tsk, tsk."
The ponytailed girl and the short-haired girl secretly watched Yaya.
"I think Yaya's going to tell them after all."
"Then let her."
"I think keeping it from her parents is harder for Yaya than getting scolded by them."
"Such an honest kid."
The ponytailed girl spoke with an air of maturity beyond her years.
"You're the one who isn't being honest."
The short-haired girl glanced at the ponytailed girl.
"What?"
The ponytailed girl protested, feeling wronged. "I call it tactful avoidance."
"If you know there's a stone wall ahead, why run into it?"
"Taking a detour is fine, too."
The short-haired girl rolled her eyes.
This girl always came up with convincing excuses.
"What's wrong?"
The woman crouched down.
She looked at Yaya.
"Is someone