Maisie woke up early in the morning. When she learned that her mother came back, she jumped up excitedly.
“I'm going to take the picture I just drew and show it to Mommy!”
Yeah children forget quickly. Maisie had already forgiven her mother for what happened at kindergarten yesterday.
Maisie joyfully ran downstairs.
But there, she saw Asher and Rielle in, while her mother was gently helping Rielle peel oranges.
“Mom, who are they?”
Seeing that Maisie was still at home, Fiona frowned. “Why are you still at home? Where's your dad?”
Maisie was taken aback, still carefully holding up the family portrait she had been drawing for a week.
“Mom, look! I drew our family portrait. I always want to show Mommy when Mommy come home.”
The painting was just about to be handed over when a small hand nonchalantly snatched it away.
“What a crap painting!”
Rielle stomped her foot and tore it in half.
She arrogantly crossed her arms and fiercely pushed my daughter.
“Maisie, this is my mom! Don’t you remember that your classmates say you're a child without mom? Who allowed you to call my mom as yours?!”
Seeing Maisie fall to the ground and wailed, I was instantly anxious and helped Maisie up to while staring coldly at Rielle.
“Apologize.”
Fiona tightened her brows and said unhappily, “Ryan, why are you being so mean to a little kid?”
She held Rielle in her arms without saying a word.
“I told you in advance last night that Rielle couldn't stand to see people calling me mom.”
“She's just upset and frustrated, it's not like she pushed Maisie on purpose.”
I stood firm, still insisting.
“Didn’t you see what just happened? Was that not on purpose?”
“Fiona, she just personally called Maisie a child without mom. Now tell her, does Maisie really not have a mom?”
Fiona hesitated for a few moments, but still softly coaxed Rielle without the intention of apologizing.
Asher's eyes rolled and he stepped forward to apologize with a smile.
“Mr. Curtis, I'm really sorry, Rielle grew up abroad—she’s a bit blunt and says whatever comes to her mind. Please don’t take it to heart.”
With his words, the little girl in Fiona’s arms looked even more triumphant.
“I didn't say anything wrong! The classmates have all said that Maisie is a child without mom! She's the one who robbed my mom!”
I clenched my fists and stared coldly at Fiona.
Before, when she said she had a cleanliness fetish, Maisie and I endured it and accommodated her.