the bullshit

Davino's gaze drifted as he recalled the boy's clothes he initially wore, clothes purchased by a pregnant woman who joined him that afternoon.

He recalls the pregnant woman's beautiful and encouraging remarks, her warm smile, and her soothing voice, all of which he recalls well.

But, after spending the day outside, he went back to his room. The pregnant aunt told him that he needed to change his clothing as usual, but he was too excited and didn't want to. He's overjoyed.

When he opened the bedroom door, his mother stood on the bed with her knees crossed, asking, "Where have you been?" That was the first question he asked when the door was pushed open, and he could see his mother's shocked expression.

The gorgeous face with the high bun was astonished by a gaping mouth, she couldn't say anything seeing her daughter's weird appearance, she immediately got out of bed, and the sound of her heels tapping resonated in his ears.

He was equally astonished; he had not expected his mother to b