BUT ONLY LOVE CAN TELL (ENGLISH VERSION)
Andy gently messed up Clayd’s hair after the hug.
"How old are you?" Andy asked.
"Three!"
"And a half," I added.
"You're too tall for a three-year-old," Andy commented.
"Do you know my father?" Clayd asked.
"Clayd," I called gently, shaking my head slightly.
"Let him, Nel," Andy said as he turned back to Clayd.
"Yes, I know your father," Andy answered.
"Please tell him if he plans to come back, he better not hurt my Mommy again. If he does, I won’t forgive him!" Clayd said, then ran off toward the playground. My mouth hung open. Andy was frozen.