I'm not you

She cherished and needed this job very much, but there were just too many things happening today, and with her uncle's phone call just now, she neglected this.

"Now...?" Rachel frowned, looking a little embarrassed. Her rosy lips opened slightly, wanting to say something.

Rachel wanted to ask if she could go home and make some food for her daughter Cora to eat before coming back to clean.

"Why aren't you going yet?" Barrett's delicate face frowned with anger, and Rachel didn't dare to say anything.

*Hurry up and bring out the cups and soup spoons you washed this morning to wash them again. But what about Cora?* Rachel worried in her heart.

"Mummy." A childish voice came from behind, sounding just like Cora. Was Rachel hallucinating?

"How did you get here?" Rachel turned around in surprise and saw that it really was Cora! She was amazed and opened her mouth wide.

Cora was wearing a light yellow princess dress, standing at the door of the coffee shop. One chubby hand was held by a plain, slightly plump middle-aged woman, and the other hand was holding a lunch box, sweetly smiling at her.

"Hello! Who are you?" Rachel asked in surprise, looking at the middle-aged woman.

"This is Aunt Harris who lives next door to us. I begged her to bring me here," Cora introduced happily, raising her eyebrows.

Next door's Aunt Harris? Rachel had never seen her before! She was even more surprised now.

"Well, I live next door to you. I just moved in not long ago," Aunt Harris smiled and said, seeing her surprise. "Cora came to knock on my door. She said her mother was too busy today to come back and cook, and she was hungry, so she ate at my place."

Aunt Harris looked to be around 60 years old, slightly plump, and had a kind smile.

"Thank you so much. Today's business is busy, and I couldn't make it back. I was worried that Cora wouldn't have anything to eat. Thank you so much," Rachel looked at Aunt Harris gratefully and smiled warmly.

"Please come in and sit down," Rachel warmly invited Aunt Harris, her face full of bright smiles.

"No, no, Cora said you probably haven't eaten yet. She begged me to bring her over. I was very busy and didn't have time to bring her, but this child is too well-behaved. Her big watery eyes looked at me, and I couldn't resist her. You eat first, and I'll go back," Aunt Harris said gently.

She really liked Cora. Cora was beautiful and cute, and so well-behaved. She even said she wanted to help her with a massage when she was free. Although it was just childish talk, Aunt Harris was happy to hear it.

Rachel wanted to keep Aunt Harris to eat something, but Aunt Harris said she had things to do at home and insisted on leaving. Rachel didn't insist anymore.

She thanked Aunt Harris again and watched her leave before carrying Cora inside. She stared at Cora with wide eyes.

"I was really hungry, so I went to knock on Aunt Harris's door. She gave me a big bowl of food because she thought I was cute. Look how full I am now," Cora explained, pointing to her belly. She looked up at Rachel with grape-like, watery eyes that could melt anyone's heart.

In reality, Cora was afraid of making her mother angry. Rachel didn't like her taking things from other people's homes. Cora wasn't just hungry; she knew her mother was probably too busy to eat. Rachel cooked for her every day, but today she hadn't come home, probably because she was too busy to even eat.

That's why Cora went to knock on Aunt Harris's door.

"Mommy, you probably haven't eaten yet," Cora said, jumping off her mother and pulling her to a seat. She acted like a little adult, opening the insulated container and taking out the food.

A warm feeling washed over Rachel's heart. She couldn't bring herself to scold Cora. She picked up Cora and placed her on her lap, feeding her a piece of meat.

"This meat is really delicious, Mommy likes it a lot. But you can't do this again next time. What if you run into a bad person?" Rachel's gentle, crisp voice was filled with love and a hint of sternness.

"I'm not you!" Cora murmured softly.

Rachel was her mother, but sometimes she could be so confused.