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"Ugh... It's heavy."
As the baby approached 3 months, his weight and size grew like a snowball rolling down a hill. I desperately needed a stroller to carry such a heavy baby, but I didn't buy one.
I'm going to send it soon, but what about the stroller?
I wrapped the large shawl that I had left open because it was hot around my child and me. The child, whose sweet sleep was interrupted, began to whine and frown.
"You're having a hard time. I'm really going to let you go this week."
Grace let out a deep sigh as she walked off the tram and into the residential area, trying to soothe her irritable baby.
I never knew raising a child would be this hard. I had earned some pocket money by taking care of babies and toddlers at a local daycare center when I was a teenager, so I was confident that I knew how to take care of a child.
Even based on the experience she had accumulated, she went undercover in an officer's house as a nanny and stole confidential documents when she was around 22. No one noticed that she was not a nanny because of her experienced childcare skills.
So I took this kid lightly, but I overlooked the fact that the kid's father was no pushover.
Not only did the baby have a hard time sleeping, but he also had a light sleep. On top of that, if his diaper was even slightly wet, he would cry as if he had fallen into the toilet. Also, since he has been eating more recently, I started giving him formula milk, but he is so sensitive to the taste of formula milk. If it doesn't suit my taste, he would only take a sip and spit it out.
"This devil is really.... He's so sensitive and picky, just like my dad."
I was already worried that I would be too picky and need a lot of attention and end up being abandoned.
By then I will have already left here.
"So what I'm saying is, try to do better."
Grace stopped when she saw the house of a family willing to adopt a child.
"Please, just go over there and smile nicely, okay?"
"Eeeeeing-."
But the infamous Winston's daughter began to writhe and cry as if something was so unpleasant about her.
"Baby, look at me."
I got the baby's attention by snapping my fingers. But he still cried with tears in his eyes and his lips pouting, so I showed him a demonstration first.
"Huh? That's how you laugh."
He lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled. Teaching a 3-month-old baby who couldn't even speak to smile. Even I thought it was ridiculous, but the child who had been staring at Grace with sparkling blue eyes suddenly laughed.
"Yeah, that's right. It's pretty."
I kissed the child on the forehead without realizing it, and this time the child burst into laughter. Grace paused for a moment, then pretended as if nothing had happened and removed her lips to ask the child again.
"They laugh like this inside too."
Grace looked around the living room, pushing up her sunglasses that kept slipping off the bridge of her nose because of the sweat dripping down her face. The house was as neat and nice inside as it was outside.
"It must have been hard for you to carry a child all this way in this hot weather. You must be thirsty, so please drink without hesitation."
A woman sitting across the coffee table from Grace poured a crystal jug of iced tea into a tall glass.
"thank you."
Grace took a sip of her iced tea and looked around the table. A telephone sat in the corner of the long mahogany table, and next to it were stacks of department store catalogs.
In fact, you could tell if a family was wealthy just by looking at the ice in their glass.
'I see you have a refrigerator at home.'
He had that expensive item in his house that he could buy by selling two gold bars. And when he came in, he saw a brand new sedan parked in front of the garage. So he already passed in terms of assets.
No, actually, other things seemed to have already passed.
The excited voices of two boys playing with a large dog in the backyard occasionally came through the half-open window.
"Try this too."
The woman cut a cherry tart that she had obviously baked herself and gave it to Grace. She then offered a slice to my husband, who was sitting next to her, and he took the dessert plate and gave his wife a light kiss on the cheek.
Judging by the fact that he was not shy even when a stranger was right in front of him, it seemed to be a habit that he had developed over a long time. At first glance, the man in his late 30s putting his arm around the shoulder of a beautiful woman seemed like a successful person both socially and domestically.
In short, it was an ideal middle-class family that would appear in an advertisement.
You chose well.
Grace imagined the child who was now sitting on her lap and looking around becoming a part of this perfect family, growing up knowing this strange place as his home and this couple as his parents.
"I always wanted a daughter, but we only have two sons. But we can't have any more... ."
The woman's eyes, as she explained the story of how she came to adopt the girl, did not leave the baby's eyes as she played, sucking Grace's finger instead.
"Would you like to hug me?"
Grace handed the child over and shouted to herself, "Don't cry. Don't cry. Smile beautifully."
Fortunately, the child did not cry even in the arms of the strange woman. The woman skillfully soothed the child, who was looking around at people she had never seen before, with her big eyes, and then exclaimed in admiration.
"Oh my, how beautiful. Oh my, there is no angel in the world."
At that moment, Grace almost choked on the tart she was eating.
"The child's name is...."
When the woman asked, Grace shook her head, indicating no.
"ah...."
The woman bit her lower lip as if she had asked something pointless. Then she immediately changed the subject.
"By the way, you have really pretty blonde hair."
The woman ran her hands up and down the child's smooth, shiny blond hair, exclaiming in admiration.
Yeah, I was also attracted to that blonde hair at first.
Sixteen years ago. Grace put down her dessert plate and smiled bitterly.
Bright blond hair is rare. It is even more difficult to achieve if one of the parents has dark hair. But the child inherited that rare blond hair from Grace, who had brown hair.
"It's not easy to get such a bright color."
The man who had been looking down at the child glanced at Grace as if he had read her thoughts. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped, closed it immediately, and scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed.
Grace seemed to know what he was trying to say. She had been too busy to dye her hair these days, so it had returned to its original brown color.
So, it is only natural that such thoughts would arise.
The child's father is blond.
The reason the man stopped talking about that trivial matter was because of Grace's false circumstances.
Her husband died in an accident while she was pregnant. She wants to raise the child, but she already has two older children, so she can't afford to raise the child alone. So she's going to send the child away. That's the sad story Grace told Dan.
"How can you be so pretty?"
The woman looked down at Grace's child with eyes already filled with love. For some reason, a bitter taste lingered in her mouth, so she washed it down with iced tea and tried to smile.
Yeah, it would be better for that child to have a mother who looks at him like that.
The woman who had been playing with the baby's belly looked at Grace with a face that seemed helpless with love.
"Actually, I've seen a lot of babies while looking into adoption, but this is the first time I've seen a baby who looks like a doll."
"When she grows up, she will become a great beauty."
"It can't be helped, my mother is so beautiful."
The woman, as a fellow mother, felt sorry for Grace and consoled her with a slightly apologetic expression. Grace smiled as if nothing had happened and lamented inwardly.
Actually, it's not me, it's my child's father who is incredibly handsome.
The child was exactly like that man, no matter how you looked at him. Not only his appearance, from his hair to his facial features, but even his personality was just like his father. The man she absolutely hated.
If that's the case, I wish my pupils resembled that man's.
She stared blankly into the deep blue eyes of the baby sitting on another woman's lap, and the baby burst out laughing at her.
"You're such a pretty girl, don't you think it's a waste to give it to someone else?"
The maid who came every day to help with the laundry said something like that. That's true. It was so hard because he was a difficult child, but I felt a strange sense of satisfaction when I saw him smile like that.
But there's no way I'd want a child who resembles that guy. There's no way.
As they stared at each other blankly, the baby's eyes grew wide and his smile, which had been as bright as sunshine, slowly cooled.
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