I frowned and was at a loss for words. I guessed that she must have been hungry, so I asked Sheridan to bring over all the food from the car and also a down jacket for her. Amanda was glad to receive such warm clothing, but then after trying it on, she promptly took off the jacket and tried to fold it.
I was a little puzzled and asked her, "Why aren't you wearing it? It's freezing outside."
She shook her head and said, "I have to wait for the New Year. I won't be laughed at if I have new clothes to wear during the New Year."
Sheridan got up, took the jacket and draped it over her. He said seriously, "Madam Reid has given you this jacket. Just wear it. There will be more to come during New Year's."
The child became more delighted when she heard this. She couldn't stop touching the fabric, as if appreciating a new toy.
We waited for almost half an hour before we heard some movement from outside. It was Gail and the others who had just come back from farming. Seeing this, Amanda hurriedly started up the fire to prepare the food and Abby went to bring over the firewood.
Sheridan and I went out together. When he saw us, Gail was taken aback for a moment. Then, he forced out a smile and stared at us, "Miss Reid, what are you doing here? Was Abby being naughty? Don't worry. If there's anything wrong, we can discuss later, don't call off the deal!"
I frowned, reluctant to hear what he had to say. From a parent's perspective, they always assumed that the child was wrong. I stared at him and uttered, "Abby is not being naughty. We came here today because we have something to discuss with you."
His wife and Abby's mother, Laura, listened to our conversation as she continued to transport all the vegetables from the cart. All the children were also helping her.
She was obviously relieved when she heard what I said.
It was getting late, so I was not in a rush to explain it to them. I intended to tell them the next day.
The next day.
Laura woke up early in the morning. She left the house carrying a large basket and with the children following her. She said that she was going to harvest the carrots.
Gail knew that I had something in mind, thus he also got up early. I told him straightforwardly, "Well, I am aware that Abby has yet to have any identification papers. I'm thinking of making one for her and I will be paying for it. It will be beneficial for everyone, including you."
He was stupefied for a moment. Then, he looked me in the eye and said, "Why does Abby need identification? Are you all planning to use this against me in the future? I'm not a fool. Back then, all the other children didn't need any identification after they were sent off, and the parents still got their money. I heard that after getting the papers, you people will force me to sign an agreement stating that I'm giving away the child. When that happens, not only will the child get hurt, but we will also not get a single penny in return. I'm not that stupid!"
I was incredulous. This person's intelligence was really far below average. I pursed my lips and uttered seriously, "Don't worry about that. I will give you all the money I owe you. The reason why I'm planning to apply for Abby's identification papers is because I'm worried about her future. Do you wish for your daughter to live her life in this village forever? I think you are aware that it will be difficult for her to leave this place if she doesn't have any proper identification."
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