Curly Baby had started kindergarten. Recently, she was constantly telling Sienna Johnson about things happening at school. "Mom, do you know? Mrs. Fields has been changing jobs since she was fourteen, and now she finally likes Kingwood Fusion!" "Mom, do you know? Today, Miles didn’t want to eat his sponge gourd with dried shrimp, and he cried! I’m not like him. I even eat vegetables I don’t like now. I even helped him wipe his tears! Mom, am I a good girl?" "Mom, guess what? The teacher told us a story about love! Mom, do you know what love is?" Sienna was usually busy with work, so moments —taking her daughter for a stroll in the park—were rare. Sienna listened with curiosity and attention. "Curly, do you know what love is?" What does love look like in the eyes of a three-year-old? Sienna was quite curious. "I know! Love is like a sword, SWOOSH, it shoots right into the other person’s heart..." After a pause, Curly Baby added seriously, "I think... it shouldn’t hurt." PFFT... Sienna couldn’t help but laugh. "Mom, what are you laughing at?" Sienna walked over, gently touched Curly’s curly hair, and said, "I really don’t know what goes on in that little head of yours." "The things in my head are definitely more interesting than the things in yours!" "Mom, you’re such an unromantic woman! All you know is making money. You’re obsessed with it!" "Mom, if I don’t work hard to make money, where would your beautiful clothes come from? Where would your limited-edition Barbie Doll come from? And... this pendant of yours is very expensive; moms from ordinary families can’t afford it." Sienna believed in raising her daughter with abundance and was very willing to spend money on her. Curly wore a peach-colored Armani dress with ruffles. Her fluffy, curly hair was styled with a Deicy pearl seashell hair accessory. Her face, still cherubic with baby fat, featured bright, watery eyes, and when she smiled, it was as if tiny stars sparkled within them. "Mom should marry Father Kenneth! Then Father Kenneth can go to work, and Mom can stay with me," Curly suggested. "If Mom didn’t work and let Father Kenneth do all the work, he would be even busier. Then you wouldn’t be able to see him, and he couldn’t take you on spring outings, mountain climbing, or to amusement parks..." "Then what should we do?" "Curly, you need to grow up quickly. When you’re bigger, you can help Mom." Curly didn’t answer immediately. She put her little hands behind her back, looking like she was thinking very hard. Finally, she said with puffed cheeks, "Mom, why are you so busy?" "Because time is so scarce, that’s why I’m so busy." "Where did all the time go? If you find it, then you’ll have it again!" Sienna was speechless. "Mom, look, there’s a butterfly! A colorful butterfly, so pretty, so pretty..." Curly’s moods shifted quickly. As soon as a colorful butterfly appeared in the flower bushes ahead, she completely forgot their earlier conversation. "Mom, come here quickly..." The weather was truly lovely that day. Sienna had the afternoon off from work, so she decided to take Curly for a casual walk in a quiet place. Curly was delighted. The mother and daughter duo went to a nearby small park, which featured a little hill. Few people were on the hill. There was warm sunshine, a peaceful knoll, clean paths, and an inexhaustible supply of fresh air. The occasional breeze brought not the chill of winter, but a clean, refreshing coolness! Curly bounced and hummed a little tune as she ran ahead. She would stop to observe anything that caught her eye, even giving names to things she liked: "This is Little Tangerine!" This content belongs to novel_fіre.net Sienna watched quietly. "This is a Gray Swan!" Sienna watched quietly. Sienna followed Curly Baby, her gaze never leaving her for a moment. While Curly admired the scenery, Sienna watched Curly, her eyes and expression filled with tenderness. "Mom, I’m so happy today! Are you happy?" Curly chirped, bubbling with joy beside her. Spending time with the right people, with those you love, truly brings pure happiness! Sienna thought. "George, look at the camera..." A mother and son approached them. The mother was trying to film her son with her cell phone, but the boy wasn’t cooperating. "Stop filming, it’s so annoying," the little boy said, looking very reluctant. "I’m not exactly eager to go back to Abyanabad, but your dad said he wants to see you. That’s why I have to film this video to send to him, just to ease his longing," the mother explained. "Dad wants to see you, not me." "George, don’t say that. You make it sound as if you’re not really our child." "I’m not your real son! I’m Uncle Desmond’s son..." "Don’t let your dad hear you say that. If he did, he’d probably spank you." George suddenly stopped. His mother, walking behind, almost bumped into him. "What’s wrong? Why did you stop?" George stood there, staring blankly at a little girl crouching by some flowers. The girl was looking at a butterfly on a bloom. And then... George’s face turned red. He twisted his little body, and when he saw Curly start to get up, he even ducked behind his mother. Peeking out with just his head, he continued to blush as he gazed at the pretty little girl. Aria Harris saw her son’s shy expression and smiled. She gently nudged him with her elbow. "Do you like her?" she teased. "Aww, don’t lie. I can tell. You’ve fallen for her..." George’s face turned even redder. "If you like her, hurry up and ask for her phone number. We’re going back to Abyanabad in a few days. It’ll be difficult for you two to meet again after that." Her words gave George courage. He took a deep breath and walked towards Curly. Aria Harris saw her son walking with stiff, uncoordinated steps and burst out laughing. She quickly took out her phone to record this historic moment. "You little rascal," Aria Harris muttered, zooming in with her phone, focusing on the two little figures’ faces. "You were just saying you wanted to marry Uncle Desmond’s daughter, and now you’ve changed your tune this quickly! Just wait, I’ll tell Uncle Desmond on you when we get back." "Um, hi... My name is George. What’s your name? Can we be friends?" "I have lots of model race cars. I can let you play with them." "I don’t like model race cars." "Oh..." George trailed off. Curly didn’t respond. "So... can you be my friend?" he persisted. "Then... can you give me your phone number? I’m going back to Abyanabad soon, and then I won’t be able to see you. If I have your number, I can call you..." George’s face was flushed, and he stammered a little as he spoke. Curly Baby was a pretty child and very popular with boys. Sienna stood by without interfering, thinking to herself, That little boy, with his blushing face, is quite cute.