The time after the Ferris wheel ride felt nothing but pure awkwardness. I couldn’t look at Master Harris the way I used to before I saw his bulge. I stayed silent for the rest of the time until we finally had to go back to the center to meet my mother.
“Are you okay, honey?” my mum asked. She is sitting beside me in her wheelchair while I sit on a bench in the garden. We are watching others bond with their family.
“Yes, mum. Why’d you ask?” I replied, eyes still on the family in front of us.
“You seemed quiet for a while now. Is there anything bothering you?” she sweetly asked. I can see from my peripheral vision how she looked at me and waited for my reaction. “I also observed you’re avoiding your master,” she added.
“N-Nothing, mum. I am totally fine,” I told her. “And I am always li
