"I really thought you'd changed for the better. But now I see you're still the same. What game are you trying to play here?" My son, Devin Stone, walked over, looking at me with dismay.Nina gently patted his back. "You can't talk to your mother that way. Apologize now."Devin pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, yet still said reluctantly, "I'm sorry, Mother."A bitter feeling washed over me upon seeing his reaction. Devin hadn't always been this way.In the past, he would affectionately clasp my hands or lie on my lap, asking me to tell him stories. Before going to sleep, he would catch a strand of my hair between his fingers.Once, I asked him why he always did these things.Devin chuckled. "That way, I know you're always by my side."He still kept his habit to this day. No matter how angry we got with each other, we would always make up before bedtime.As expected, Devin said, "Father has to accompany Nina today. Mother, let's go to bed now. I want…"Before he could finish,
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