RYAN NGUYEN'S WOMAN

The couple watched the little boy walk upstairs, the man was furious but his wife knew how to calm him down. Giving him a hug like a spoilt kid she looked up at him, "Hubby, please forgive him. You know your son... He is just like you. He will be safe and even if he is not my mighty hubby is there to protect him, right."

The man loved his wife more than anything and seeing her acting spoilt and calling him mighty was enough to melt his iced heart. He huffed off his anger and wrapped an arm around her; pulling her closer he looked up at the young boy's disappearing image, "I better keep an eye on this lad, he is up to something."

He was his father and has lived twenty years more than the boy did; even though the boy didn't say anything clearly at the end of the day he was his son and it was not that hard for him to guess what was going on in his mind. He too has crossed this stage and age; developing friendship and engaging in peer activities was really common at this a