125: Behind the Truth

I was a little terrified when we looked at each other. I immediately turned to Mommy.

"Mom, he looks unpleasant. He's too thin, pale and has very dark eyes. He looks like the nerd and malnourished version of Dracula–"

"Chane!"

I stopped and bit my lower lip.

"He's a very kind boy. He's poor and has no relatives. He has nowhere to go. Can't we help him a bit?"

"Then, bring him to the orphanage?"

Mommy greeted me.

"We're not planning to adopt him, okay? We'll just help him a bit. You'll remain our only baby, Chanelle," she assured me and kissed my forehead.

I pouted. I looked at the boy again and when I saw that he was also looking at me, I hid a little from Mommy. I'll remind Daddy later to double the locks on my door. Maybe later it's Dracula's slave and he's planning to suck my blood at night.

With another person living in our house, it was really hard to adjust at first. I got used to just the three of us Mommy s