Cherish Turner was completely dumbfounded. Where did this little guy come from?
"Mom, listen to me, it's not what you think, he and I, we..."
"Auntie, that's not what you said when you came to our house!" Lewis immediately corrected, glaring at Cherish.
"You little thing, don't talk nonsense!" This father and son pair was simply a bane of her existence. Who had she provoked?
"Little friend, come here, grandma will give you candy to eat. Tell grandma how you and Auntie Cherish know each other?"
Mother Turner showed a kind, sweet smile, looked at Cherish, then led Lewis by his chubby little hand and settled him into the sofa.
The freshly cooked rice porridge this morning smelled delicious, tantalizing the little guy's taste buds.
"Grandma, haven't you guys had breakfast yet?" The little one didn't answer Mother Turner's question, and changed the topic.
"Uh, not yet. Your Auntie Cherish is such a lazybones, always waking up so late!"