We eventually arrived at Reid Manor.
Before I entered the house, I heard the sounds of Anne and Emma playing.
I asked, "Anne, why haven't you slept yet?"
"Mom!"
Upon hearing my voice, Anne immediately rushed over.
"Mom, look, this pony is so cute!" She raised the toy in her hands and smiled especially sweetly.
"Arianna, your daughter is lovely. She doesn't like those expensive toys, but instead treats that small wooden horse as a treasure." Emma stood up and joked.
I led Anne to the sofa and sat down. Only then did I take a closer look at the wooden horse in her hand.
To be honest, compared with the other toys at home, this thing was neither delicate nor novel, and it looked somewhat unattractive. It was a rather strange choice.
"Anne, where did this horse come from?" I asked.
"Mr. Clark from our school gave it to me as a gift,"
Anne said in a child's tone.
I asked, "Mr. Clark? Which Mr. Clark?"
"It's our English teacher!" She said loudly, "Mr. Clark even praised me for being smart when I was in class!"
Seeing that she was so happy, I couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that this school was very suitable for her.
At this time, Aaron stood on the stairs in his pajamas and called her, "Anne, say goodbye to Mom and come to bed upstairs."
"Oh! I'm coming! Good night, Mom!" Anne kissed me on the cheek and ran to Aaron.
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