They Are Not My Children
After a drizzle, the weather was particularly sunny. The sun shone on the grassland in the park, warm and bright.
The kids were having fun in the park with Bob and Pana.
Dot kicked the footbal
l on the ground, and the football rolled to the side of an old lady. Mili ran with him to pick up the ball. The old lady picked up the ball and gave it to them.
"Thank you, grandma." Mili said politely.
"Good kids. What's your names?" The old lady asked with a smile.
"My name is Mili, and my brother is Dot." Mili said in a sweet voice. Although mommy had told her not to talk to strangers, this old lady was amiable and definitely not a bad person.
"Are you twins?" The old lady smiled and looked at the two children with her loving eyes.
"Yes." Mili nodded, grinning broadly and revealing a row of white teeth.
"You are so good." The old lady beamed. "I have a grandson. You two look exactly like him when he was a child."