Sienna’s POV
Noah raised his hand again, as if he were already in class. “Sir, can I make a big dinosaur drawing and put it up on the classroom wall?”Mr. Johan laughed, then nodded firmly. “Of course you can. In fact, we love it when children are brave enough to show their work.”Noah let out a small cheer. “Yaaay!”I glanced at Liam, catching the faint smile on his face. We exchanged a brief look before I turned back to Mr. Johan. “Thank you so much for explaining all this, sir. It really feels like this place is the right fit for Noah.”Mr. Johan closed the brochure calmly. “If you’re ready, we can start the enrollment process. But there’s no rush. What matters most is that you feel confident and comfortable.”I nodded, squeezing Noah’s hand tightly. “We’ll think it through carefully. But it looks like Noah has already made up his mind.”My son nodded quickly, his face glowing with certainty. “I want to go to school here, Mommy. I promise I’ll be a gSienna's POV The car slowed down and finally stopped in front of a restaurant with an elegant signboard, large windows, and warm lights glittering from inside. I looked around in confusion, even glancing at Liam with my brows raised.“Why are we stopping here?” I asked.Liam glanced at me briefly, a small curve on his lips. “Because we’re going to eat here. We’ve been walking around the mall all day. I'm sure you two are tired. So why not sit down and enjoy a nice meal?”I stayed silent. This restaurant clearly wasn’t an ordinary place you’d just walk into. From the outside alone, the atmosphere felt luxurious. I wanted to protest, to say we should just head home and I could cook there instead.I tightened my grip on my hands resting on my lap, searching for a reason to refuse without making things awkward. It all felt too much. I lowered my gaze for a moment, sighed, then glanced at Noah in the back seat.The boy still had his face pressed against the car
Sienna's POV I glanced briefly at Liam. He walked beside me, occasionally stealing glances with a faint smile.My eyes fell on the shopping bags in his hands before returning to Noah, who wouldn’t stop chattering about his new backpack. His mouth ran on and on, full of energy, as if the whole world favored him today. I smiled, though a bittersweet ache stirred inside me, wishing life could truly be this simple.“Mommy, when I go to school, I’ll be able to write fast like you, right?” Noah suddenly asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.I nodded gently, trying to hide the turmoil inside. “Of course, sweetheart. Mommy knows you can. You’re smart, as long as you keep practicing.”Noah giggled, then moved on to talk about the friends he imagined he would meet. “I want to have lots of friends, Mommy. And if someone doesn’t have lunch, I’ll share mine. Is that okay?”I nearly choked up at his innocence. For such a young child to already think about s
Sienna’s POVMy hand gripped Noah's small hand tight, while my other hand sat in Liam's. It felt odd yet so warm. The three of us walked down the mall hall, surrounded by bright lights and the murmur of people.Noah looked to the side sometimes, his eyes shining with wonder when he saw a toy shop or kids’ clothes store with small dolls in nice looks.“Mommy, that one can we go see?” he asked, pointing at a shop with racks full of stuffed toys.I laughed a little, then looked at Liam. “What do you think, should we stop for a bit?”Liam made a tiny nod, a slight grin pulling at his mouth. “Sure thing. Else, I guess Noah may just halt right here.”We went to the shop. The smell of new cloth and the sound of gentle tunes welcomed us right away. Noah dropped my hand quickly, dashing over to a rack of light brown teddy bears. He took one and held it close like it was the most dear treasure in the world.I went over and softly touch
Sienna’s POV Noah raised his hand again, as if he were already in class. “Sir, can I make a big dinosaur drawing and put it up on the classroom wall?”Mr. Johan laughed, then nodded firmly. “Of course you can. In fact, we love it when children are brave enough to show their work.”Noah let out a small cheer. “Yaaay!”I glanced at Liam, catching the faint smile on his face. We exchanged a brief look before I turned back to Mr. Johan. “Thank you so much for explaining all this, sir. It really feels like this place is the right fit for Noah.”Mr. Johan closed the brochure calmly. “If you’re ready, we can start the enrollment process. But there’s no rush. What matters most is that you feel confident and comfortable.”I nodded, squeezing Noah’s hand tightly. “We’ll think it through carefully. But it looks like Noah has already made up his mind.”My son nodded quickly, his face glowing with certainty. “I want to go to school here, Mommy. I promise I’ll be a g
Sienna’s POV I stood in front of the grand gate of the private elementary school, gazing at the school’s name elegantly engraved on a marble plaque. The gate was tall, made of sturdy black iron, adorned with purple bougainvillea flowers cascading beautifully on both sides. From inside came the cheerful voices of children, mixed with the sharp whistle of a PE teacher.Noah pressed his little face against the gate, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Mommy, Daddy this place is so cool!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.I smiled at him. His excitement felt contagious, even though inside me was an unease I couldn’t quite explain. Choosing a school wasn’t just about facilities or prestige. This was about Noah’s future. About the new world he was about to enter.I lingered there in front of the gate, sensing an invisible weight resting on my shoulders. The morning breeze carried the scent of bougainvillea petals falling one by one to the ground, adding a peaceful touch. Ye
Sienna’s POV I stood in front of the grand gate of the private elementary school, gazing at the school’s name elegantly engraved on a marble plaque. The gate was tall, made of sturdy black iron, adorned with purple bougainvillea flowers cascading beautifully on both sides. From inside came the cheerful voices of children, mixed with the sharp whistle of a PE teacher.Noah pressed his little face against the gate, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Mommy, Daddy this place is so cool!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.I smiled at him. His excitement felt contagious, even though inside me was an unease I couldn’t quite explain. Choosing a school wasn’t just about facilities or prestige. This was about Noah’s future. About the new world he was about to enter.I lingered there in front of the gate, sensing an invisible weight resting on my shoulders. The morning breeze carried the scent of bougainvillea petals falling one by one to the ground, adding a peaceful touch. Ye