Leaving the Asta village (2)
''What about me? Mother does not love me again...'' A sad tiny voice joined the loving atmosphere between father and daughter.
Immediately Isla jumped out from her seat at the sound of her child. '' Damien!'' Her eyes zoned on his little cute face sticking out from his hiding place.
''Damien, what did I tell you before you went upstairs?'' She narrowed her eyes at the mischievous child. Her only hope is that he did not hear the important part of the discussion with her father.
''I am sorry, mother.'' Coming out, Damien drooped his shoulders low with his gaze on the ground. He looked as if he wanted to cry and Isla was not deceived one bit by that pitiful stance. However, the new grandfather at home could not take his only grandchild looking so sad and pitiful.