20. A Child's Blessing

The night was getting cold. Clarissa tightened her thin jacket. The wind was blowing from the front, the garden in front of Rosita's room was being cared for. Clarissa sat beside Bramantyo. She waited for the man to speak.

"Rosita has told me about you. You ..."

"Wait a minute, Uncle." Clarissa interrupted Bramantyo's words. "Mommy didn't tell you weird stories about me, did she?"

Bramantyo smiled. He knew Clarissa was a bit of a snob. She would definitely be very upset if other people said bad things about her.

"Good or bad, why? I will be your father. I must be able to accept you, just the way you are," said Bramantyo.

Clarissa looked at Bramantyo with a look of no relief.

"Your mother loves you very much, Clarissa. She is always worried that you are not happy with your life. She will feel like a failure as a mother." Bramantyo said something that was a little heart-wrenching.

Clarissa looked at Bramantyo. This matter, Rosita