"You want to stay here, don't you?"
He pouted and looked away to watch the screen. Our only lights here are coming from that screen and the dim lights from the backyard of the house. There’s no light on the billiard table behind us.
"Are you also going to bed Dada to plead with him to let me stay here?"
"Yohan!" I exclaimed, utterly surprised with his words. He talks like his father! How did Yves raise him? Did he intentionally want the child to grow up like him?
He shrugged his shoulders as if it’s not really a big deal. "Dad jokes about it. I'm also joking."
"But it's not a good one." And for his age.
"If Dada wants us to go tomorrow, we'll go home tomorrow." He nodded for confirmation.
"But isn't this your home, Yohan? Do you want to stay in your house with your maid?"
"Yaya
