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Before I could even close the purse I was holding, it seemed as if someone was pushing me to look at what the folded paper contained.

When I opened it, a letter came to me.

I'll try my hardest to show you my love by taking care of you and doing the things I know you like. Forgive me if I have ever hurt you or inflicted you any pain-that was never my intention. I love you forever and always. And I will never ever leave your side-you are my soul mate, my lover, and my best friend. I hope that you and I will get to spend the rest of our lives together, because I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else aside from you. -Love, Erron. "

The last parts of the letter I did not realize I had read almost in a whisper.

I only realized then when I mentioned the name of the writer.

Love?

Who's Erron?

Will he be Miss Aya's lover?

Giving a love letter is too old school if he is really Miss Aya's lover.

Though I still found it cute somehow.

Shaking, I folded the paper back and put it back in the purse.

But even before I finally closed the purse, I didn't expect Miss Aya to move.

Her hand accidentally touched my arm with some wounds.

I bit my lip to stop moaning.

I let go of the purse, causing it to fall to the floor. The impact created a slight noise, enough to disturb Miss Aya from her deep slumber.

"Sorry." I apologized.

"What's that?" she asked.

She directed his gaze to the floor where the scattered contents of his purse were.

Some cards and a thousand bills were scattered on the floor.

"Your purse was open a while ago." I was about to put it somewhere when my wounds suddenly hurt.

I dropped it." I explained.

She just nodded. I was about to pick up the purse when Macey jumped down on the bed, and I didn't even realize he woke up.

"Hey, it's me." I said to her.

She shook her head several times. I'll pick them up.

"Just lie down, you're wounded," she said.

I stared at him for a moment before getting a smile.

"What a sweet girl." Miss Aya commented.

"Indeed." I seconded

I smiled as I watched Macey pick up the money scattered on the floor.

She's trying hard not to rip any bills. Though she put the cards back in the purse, it was way too weird. She puts the coins in his purse one by one. She still seems happy to fix that.

She's even pouting her lips.

Cute.

When he had finished arranging all that, he excitedly turned to us and climbed into bed.

"Look, I put the money and card in Aunt Aya's purse. I'm a good girl, right?" She asked with a smile.

I laughed and rubbed his cheek.

"Yes, you are." Our Macey is a good girl." I said.

"Come here." Miss Aya called her.

She immediately approached and showed her the purse in which he had arranged the meat. Miss Aya reciprocated with a sweet smile as she stroked the child's hair.

"Thank you for fixing my purse Macey, You're such an adorable kid." Miss Aya said. Her cheek immediately turned red.

"I know. Right? "

My smile widened even more.

When I turned my gaze back to the floor to make sure there was no money left, I found only the folded paper.

I slowly bent down to pick it up.