"What did she say"
I was sipping soup, with every passing second, blanking out even before I realized. She had to scream to get my attention, and worse was, I dropped the spoon, breaking its beauty into the cracks.
"Seriously?", the little one who was playing with her extra serving of food marked. I stared at her and tried not to weep. She was shushed by her mother.
I felt the chair close to me move.
"I know it's hard. But at least let us know...if your mother is safe.."
I nodded stiffly, trying not to let them know what was a lie and what wasn't.
"It does often happen with kids your age", it was the chauffeur uncle who walked in. He had come over a few minutes after I ran out of the store room or rather was pushed out from there by force. Seeing my traumatic expression, maybe the la
