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Just as the guest sitting in front of the boy was about to turn his head this way, Grace rolled down the window and drew the curtains.

It was probably a guest who came to the house on the fourth floor. Sometimes, men who had mistaken the floor would knock on Grace's door. It was really not a good environment to raise a daughter.

Now that Ellie has found stability, let's move her somewhere else.

Suddenly, I remembered the house where Ellie was born. It was available for short-term rental during the winter. It was also near the beach and a resort area, so there were many parks and shops, so Ellie would like it. It was also meaningful because it was where Ellie was born.

However, the child, who had no idea of ​​his mother's deep meaning, got annoyed and closed the window.

"Don't do that!"

"Ellie, it's cold. Let's stop now and do something else."

"No! Open it again!"

From then on, Ellie was sensitive and irritable about everything all day long.

"Eww!"

When I spilled milk and she cried, saying that I spilled it, and when I took off her wet clothes and put her in new ones, she cried saying that she didn't want to wear them because they were wrinkled in a way that she didn't like, I wondered if obsessive-compulsive disorder and phobias were hereditary.

"No, Ellie."

"Why not Daeaaaaaaa!"

Was it really that sad that I couldn't bring the blanket from the bed into the living room? I picked up the crying child and put him on the bed, blanket included.

When I held her and patted her because it was nap time, she stopped crying, but she didn't sleep and kept tossing and turning. Then, she finally burst into tears again because she wasn't allowed to touch her mother's chest. She also got annoyed when Grace moved a little while she was napping.

Things have been fine lately, but why are you like this today?

The child who had been crying nonstop throughout the house finally fell into a deep sleep. Grace, too, was so exhausted that she dozed off for a moment and opened her eyes only when the sun was setting.

The child was fast asleep, sweating profusely. She had urgent business to attend to, so she carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom without waking the child up. But her freedom did not last long.

"Mom!"

Ellie started banging on the bathroom door and crying.

"Yeah, Mom is here."

"Shireu! Come back to bed!"

The child, who would normally have just opened the door and come in, kept knocking on the unlocked door, which seemed like nothing more than venting his anger. What on earth was he so angry about? My head was spinning.

"Then come in."

"Hey! Mom, come out!"

I quickly washed my hands and went out to hug her, but she cried and said she didn't like my hands because they were cold.

"Why am I in such a bad mood today?"

"I don't know either!"

"Then should I give you some chocolate? Or should I look out the window? Okay? Do you want to go for a walk with Mom?"

"It's cold! It's cold! Mommy is cold too!"

The child was easy to talk to, but today, he was not communicating at all. Grace, who had been holding and comforting the child who had been crying all day for no reason, was at a loss when nothing seemed to be working.

My child is a stranger.

I've never had anything like this since I was born. Even in the newborn days when it kept me up at night, I never had to dry up a person's blood like this.

It was just like my father's bad image. I remembered the time when I was locked in the torture chamber and I would dry people's blood, saying I didn't like it no matter what. I felt like the child had taken away what little strength I had left from my already exhausted mind because of that man.

Eventually even Grace burst into tears.

"Ellie, Mommy is having a hard time."

The child who had been struggling and crying suddenly stopped and began sobbing sadly.

"Ellie is having a hard time too."

At that moment, I had a flash of insight. I wondered how hard it must have been for you, not being able to do what you wanted. What did I think of you, being like that?

Grace rubbed her eyes and kissed the shrugging child.

"Mom loves Ellie. Even if Ellie hates her and makes things difficult for her, Mom loves her."

"Don't worry, Mom. Ellie, too, sigh, I love you, Mom."

Grace rubbed cheeks against the child's and asked,

"Then what should Mom do to make it easier for Ellie?"

The child wrapped both arms around her neck, leaned his head on her shoulder, and whispered weakly.

"Hug me."

It wasn't until that night that I learned there was a reason why Ellie was acting strangely.

I thought I had a fever, but it suddenly became a boiling point. It seemed like a cold.

She was a child who had never been sick since she was born, so neither Grace nor I knew that Ellie was throwing a tantrum because she was sick.

"It's Elijah."

"Let's go see the doctor tomorrow when the sun rises."

"Sir, Elijah Sir."

The child, who had already received a vaccination and knew that needles hurt, was afraid of going to the hospital, thinking that they might get a shot. Grace was different.

I need to go to the hospital.

The night was too long. But on the other hand, it was also too short.

I need to call that guy.

But he couldn't leave Ellie, who was sick, alone. He hoped Ellie would fall asleep before the tavern closed. But the child didn't fall asleep easily.

All night long, she cooled him down with cold towels and made him drink boiled water and steam. But his fever did not go down and his cough got worse. He even vomited up the soup he had barely managed to eat. By this time, Grace had completely forgotten about the man.

It was while she was changing the towel that had quickly become lukewarm on the child's forehead that was boiling hot, that the child, who was blankly looking up at Grace with her eyes clouded by the high fever, called out to her.

"mom."

"huh?"

"How do you get to heaven?"

Grace's heart sank at those ominous words.

"No, Ellie. It's just a cold. It'll be fine in a week."

Then I'll run around the house again, exhausting Grace, waking her up early to ask for bread, and making her lose sleep. Then I'll give her a pretty smile that makes all that fatigue melt away.

This is just a rite of passage that we all have to go through as we grow up.

"Ellie is not going to heaven."

"No." Grace hugged the child who was slumped over on the bed.

"But... then..."

The child who had been held weakly looked into her eyes, hesitated, and then asked.

"How about going to see Dad?"

The child brought up the father he thought he had forgotten.

"Dad, are you going back to heaven? But, lol, Ellie gave me a picture...."

I understand why he asked how to get to heaven. The child thought his father was dead. That's why he never brought up his father. Maybe he thought that now that he was sick, he could go see his father.

"Dad didn't go back to heaven. He kept his promise to Ellie."

Your father is alive.

"But why don't you come see Ellie? Is it because Ellie is too greedy? So, huff, Ellie is a fool now?"

"No, Dad loves Ellie so much."

Painfully so.

I love you too. Enough that I can tolerate a man I don't want, if that's what you want.

"Ellie, do you miss your dad?"

As soon as I asked, Ellie nodded.

"Mom, I'll bring Dad."

Hey, the kid laughed. He finally let go of her, who hadn't let go all day.

"Black...."

Only after going out the door did Grace burst into tears.

Now I know why the kid looked out the window every day. And why he would stop and stare whenever a black sedan passed by.

The child was waiting for his father.

Now I understand why you said you didn't see anything when asked what you were looking at.

Because I can't see my dad.

"Ugh, I'm sorry...."

She ran down the stairs, sobbing.

Grace was guilty of taking lightly the weight of a child's heart, just as adults had done when she was younger.

After returning from Abington Beach, things might have been different if someone had listened to her story, but she had no adults she could trust.

Ellie probably needed someone to listen to her too.

I promised myself that I would be a trustworthy adult only to my daughter, but in the end, I was just a bad adult.

"Ellie, it was a dream. It was a nightmare."

I was relieved that I had prevented him from becoming a bloodthirsty monster like that man by treating it as if it had never happened. In reality, I had taught my child my bad habit of always running away from difficult problems.

You even brainwash me with your wounds. You know full well what will happen if the wounds don't heal and just fester and burst.

In times of peace, it was easy for me to pretend to be a 'good mother', a role I had never played before. But when a crisis came, my true colors were revealed.

While the mother was stuck in a certain moment of her childhood and did not grow at all, just standing still, the child grew up on his own.

I thought I was being fooled by the word dream. The smart child just pretended to be fooled by his mother's reaction. He held back his inner desire to see his father, and only after he was in pain did he reveal it like a festering wound.

Ellie wants to see you. Come right now.

Grace opened the door to the first floor of the building, repeating what she wanted to say to the man. The tavern across the street was still lit. It was the moment she stepped out of the building, wiping away the tears that were blurring her vision.

Crunch.

The sound of the revolver's hammer being cocked rang in my ears.

"Long time no see, traitor."

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Just as the guest sitting in front of the boy was about to turn his head this way, Grace rolled down the window and drew the curtains.

It was probably a guest who came to the house on the fourth floor. Sometimes, men who had mistaken the floor would knock on Grace's door. It was really not a good environment to raise a daughter.

Now that Ellie has found stability, let's move her somewhere else.

Suddenly, I remembered the house where Ellie was born. It was available for short-term rental during the winter. It was also near the beach and a resort area, so there were many parks and shops, so Ellie would like it. It was also meaningful because it was where Ellie was born.

However, the child, who had no idea of ​​his mother's deep meaning, got annoyed and closed the window.

"Don't do that!"

"Ellie, it's cold. Let's stop now and do something else."

"No! Open it again!"

From then on, Ellie was sensitive and irritable about everything all day long.

"Eww!"

When I spilled milk and she cried, saying that I spilled it, and when I took off her wet clothes and put her in new ones, she cried saying that she didn't want to wear them because they were wrinkled in a way that she didn't like, I wondered if obsessive-compulsive disorder and phobias were hereditary.

"No, Ellie."

"Why not Daeaaaaaaa!"

Was it really that sad that I couldn't bring the blanket from the bed into the living room? I picked up the crying child and put him on the bed, blanket included.

When I held her and patted her because it was nap time, she stopped crying, but she didn't sleep and kept tossing and turning. Then, she finally burst into tears again because she wasn't allowed to touch her mother's chest. She also got annoyed when Grace moved a little while she was napping.

Things have been fine lately, but why are you like this today?

The child who had been crying nonstop throughout the house finally fell into a deep sleep. Grace, too, was so exhausted that she dozed off for a moment and opened her eyes only when the sun was setting.

The child was fast asleep, sweating profusely. She had urgent business to attend to, so she carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom without waking the child up. But her freedom did not last long.

"Mom!"

Ellie started banging on the bathroom door and crying.

"Yeah, Mom is here."

"Shireu! Come back to bed!"

The child, who would normally have just opened the door and come in, kept knocking on the unlocked door, which seemed like nothing more than venting his anger. What on earth was he so angry about? My head was spinning.

"Then come in."

"Hey! Mom, come out!"

I quickly washed my hands and went out to hug her, but she cried and said she didn't like my hands because they were cold.

"Why am I in such a bad mood today?"

"I don't know either!"

"Then should I give you some chocolate? Or should I look out the window? Okay? Do you want to go for a walk with Mom?"

"It's cold! It's cold! Mommy is cold too!"

The child was easy to talk to, but today, he was not communicating at all. Grace, who had been holding and comforting the child who had been crying all day for no reason, was at a loss when nothing seemed to be working.

My child is a stranger.

I've never had anything like this since I was born. Even in the newborn days when it kept me up at night, I never had to dry up a person's blood like this.

It was just like my father's bad image. I remembered the time when I was locked in the torture chamber and I would dry people's blood, saying I didn't like it no matter what. I felt like the child had taken away what little strength I had left from my already exhausted mind because of that man.

Eventually even Grace burst into tears.

"Ellie, Mommy is having a hard time."

The child who had been struggling and crying suddenly stopped and began sobbing sadly.

"Ellie is having a hard time too."

At that moment, I had a flash of insight. I wondered how hard it must have been for you, not being able to do what you wanted. What did I think of you, being like that?

Grace rubbed her eyes and kissed the shrugging child.

"Mom loves Ellie. Even if Ellie hates her and makes things difficult for her, Mom loves her."

"Don't worry, Mom. Ellie, too, sigh, I love you, Mom."

Grace rubbed cheeks against the child's and asked,

"Then what should Mom do to make it easier for Ellie?"

The child wrapped both arms around her neck, leaned his head on her shoulder, and whispered weakly.

"Hug me."

It wasn't until that night that I learned there was a reason why Ellie was acting strangely.

I thought I had a fever, but it suddenly became a boiling point. It seemed like a cold.

She was a child who had never been sick since she was born, so neither Grace nor I knew that Ellie was throwing a tantrum because she was sick.

"It's Elijah."

"Let's go see the doctor tomorrow when the sun rises."

"Sir, Elijah Sir."

The child, who had already received a vaccination and knew that needles hurt, was afraid of going to the hospital, thinking that they might get a shot. Grace was different.

I need to go to the hospital.

The night was too long. But on the other hand, it was also too short.

I need to call that guy.

But he couldn't leave Ellie, who was sick, alone. He hoped Ellie would fall asleep before the tavern closed. But the child didn't fall asleep easily.

All night long, she cooled him down with cold towels and made him drink boiled water and steam. But his fever did not go down and his cough got worse. He even vomited up the soup he had barely managed to eat. By this time, Grace had completely forgotten about the man.

It was while she was changing the towel that had quickly become lukewarm on the child's forehead that was boiling hot, that the child, who was blankly looking up at Grace with her eyes clouded by the high fever, called out to her.

"mom."

"huh?"

"How do you get to heaven?"

Grace's heart sank at those ominous words.

"No, Ellie. It's just a cold. It'll be fine in a week."

Then I'll run around the house again, exhausting Grace, waking her up early to ask for bread, and making her lose sleep. Then I'll give her a pretty smile that makes all that fatigue melt away.

This is just a rite of passage that we all have to go through as we grow up.

"Ellie is not going to heaven."

"No." Grace hugged the child who was slumped over on the bed.

"But... then..."

The child who had been held weakly looked into her eyes, hesitated, and then asked.

"How about going to see Dad?"

The child brought up the father he thought he had forgotten.

"Dad, are you going back to heaven? But, lol, Ellie gave me a picture...."

I understand why he asked how to get to heaven. The child thought his father was dead. That's why he never brought up his father. Maybe he thought that now that he was sick, he could go see his father.

"Dad didn't go back to heaven. He kept his promise to Ellie."

Your father is alive.

"But why don't you come see Ellie? Is it because Ellie is too greedy? So, huff, Ellie is a fool now?"

"No, Dad loves Ellie so much."

Painfully so.

I love you too. Enough that I can tolerate a man I don't want, if that's what you want.

"Ellie, do you miss your dad?"

As soon as I asked, Ellie nodded.

"Mom, I'll bring Dad."

Hey, the kid laughed. He finally let go of her, who hadn't let go all day.

"Black...."

Only after going out the door did Grace burst into tears.

Now I know why the kid looked out the window every day. And why he would stop and stare whenever a black sedan passed by.

The child was waiting for his father.

Now I understand why you said you didn't see anything when asked what you were looking at.

Because I can't see my dad.

"Ugh, I'm sorry...."

She ran down the stairs, sobbing.

Grace was guilty of taking lightly the weight of a child's heart, just as adults had done when she was younger.

After returning from Abington Beach, things might have been different if someone had listened to her story, but she had no adults she could trust.

Ellie probably needed someone to listen to her too.

I promised myself that I would be a trustworthy adult only to my daughter, but in the end, I was just a bad adult.

"Ellie, it was a dream. It was a nightmare."

I was relieved that I had prevented him from becoming a bloodthirsty monster like that man by treating it as if it had never happened. In reality, I had taught my child my bad habit of always running away from difficult problems.

You even brainwash me with your wounds. You know full well what will happen if the wounds don't heal and just fester and burst.

In times of peace, it was easy for me to pretend to be a 'good mother', a role I had never played before. But when a crisis came, my true colors were revealed.

While the mother was stuck in a certain moment of her childhood and did not grow at all, just standing still, the child grew up on his own.

I thought I was being fooled by the word dream. The smart child just pretended to be fooled by his mother's reaction. He held back his inner desire to see his father, and only after he was in pain did he reveal it like a festering wound.

Ellie wants to see you. Come right now.

Grace opened the door to the first floor of the building, repeating what she wanted to say to the man. The tavern across the street was still lit. It was the moment she stepped out of the building, wiping away the tears that were blurring her vision.

Crunch.

The sound of the revolver's hammer being cocked rang in my ears.

"Long time no see, traitor."

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Distributed by Ajit Novel (formerly Ajitoon Novel).

Enjoy convenient real-time viewing on the web

http://novelagit.xyz

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