- 06.
Monica’s eyes were shining like little stars.
On the way home, she kept calling me “Good Mommy.”
God help me, I groaned internally.
I shot her a glare. “Quiet. Call me ‘Bad Mommy‘.”
“No,” she said, her voice filled with grievance. “Mommy fought the bad lady for me. You’re the best mommy in the world.
I made a fist and threatened her. “Say it again and I’ll sew your little mouth shut.”
The little girl let out a squeak and quickly clamped her hands over her mouth.
After a moment, she whispered, “Aren’t you mad?”
After all, I used to force her to practice piano relentlessly so I could film a perfect performance, send it to my husband overseas, and get a “red packet” of cash from him.
Now that source of income was gone.
It was definitely strange that I wasn’t punishing her.
“Of course I’m mad,” I said fiercely. “As punishment, you’ll eat a double portion of steak and eggs tonight.”
A look of pure agony crossed Monica’s face.
But just because one thing stopped didn’t mean everything did. The piano lessons were over, but other lessons would
take their place.
Hmph.
One a day. That was the new rule.
I gave Monica’s chubby cheek a vicious pinch. “Starting tomorrow, you’re learning the cello. One lesson every day.”
Monica’s eyes were wide with confusion. She had no idea what a cello was.
Heh, heh, heh…
The cello is an incredibly heavy instrument.
W
Just you wait, little girl. Your suffering has only just begun. Mwahahaha.
