Please Me, Daddy
“Why else would the director be angry if not because of that unwanted girl.”
“The unwanted girl?” the first woman repeated, sounding curious rather than surprised. “Oh, do you mean Grace? What did she do this time? The director is always angry at her.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
“Two couples came today,” the second woman continued, lowering her voice slightly as if sharing gossip. “They were looking to adopt a child. And as usual, the director wanted that unwanted girl to be picked.” She clicked her tongue. “But when the couples came, she didn’t even smile. She didn’t act like a child at all. She just stood there, staring, looking like a fool.”