The Past Part 1

Is someone moving? People had been gathering outside a newly built house gossiping. Others were holding some boxes.

“Mommy, is someone moving?”

She looked at me before joining me at the window. We both looked at the people outside.

“They own that house, baby," she pointed a woman who was wearing an elegant office outfit.

My eyes diverted to the kid that was holding his bike by its right side.

“Who'sthat kid, mom?”

“Maybe he’s her son, baby just like you, you’re my daughter,” she said as she caressed my face.

“Can I go there and play with him later?”

She nodded with a smile flashed on her face. After that, we went to the dining room to eat. Our nannies served our food. I was too excited to even notice how the food tastes. Later that day, I told my mom that I’m going to play with the kid that I saw earlier. She agreed and told me that I need to go home before six pm.

“Hi!” I greeted the boy with a wide smile while waving at him.

I was surprised that he didn’t even change his expressio