Married to my master
I exclaim.
She nods, patting my left cheek," good bye child."
"Wait," I hestily say," if you're twenty seven-"
"Still twenty six actually," she corrects.
"But you said your seven years older? I'm twenty," my eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Walk with me," she gestures for us to start walking. I follow her as she tells me," my birthday is in October. Actually Herman and I's birthday is in October. So I'm still twenty six."