“Mommy!” I heard a loud cry from the kitchen so I stopped drafting the interior design for a condominium unit.
“Grace!” Aunt Leilani called me in urgency.
I immediately ran to the kitchen to check on my son who I left playing with his puppy, Groggy. He’s a Siberian Husky.
“What happened?” I asked Aunt Leilani who was looking at my son in horror.
My eyes widened when I saw Paul Alexander covered in mud. I immediately dashed and kneeled in front of him. “Where have you been?” I asked.
Paul smiled widely and pointed to the direction of the garden. I looked at Groggy beside him and saw how he, like my son, is covered morbidly with mud. “We played, Mom!” he said proudly.
I pursed my lips in a thin line as my heart calmed down. For a moment, I thought something happened to my son. I do
