Hendrix's words struck a nerve, and I couldn't retort.
My paranoid and cautious self should not stop the children from what they want to do.
"Just think of the project as a test. If she does it well, maybe you can try being brave and let her do what she likes."
"To have you completely let go of things would be too difficult for you. So, try your best to relax and watch what happens. Anne is a great kid. She'll do nothing but impress you."
"Keep in mind that no matter how tricky things may turn out to be, I've got her back."
Rhythmic snores were heard soon after. Hendrix had fallen asleep.
His cuddles tamed my worried heart, but I barely slept all night. Since I couldn't get any sleep in, I got up early.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Anne.
"Good morning, Mom." Anne's curved eyebrows and gentle appearance always reminded me of the celestial child with the halo above their head.
It was definitely not a motherly move to freak out over the child's dream. I smiled through the guilt and walked her down the stairs, asking her, "You don't have school today, why are you up so early?"
"Mom, you forgot that Dad appointed me to take charge of the Culture City project. I skimmed through some materials last night, but I couldn't get many references since this is the company's first time doing such a project. What's more, there are a few western cultural complications. To make sure everything goes well, I'm going to do some research in this aspect with Mr. Clark from today onwards. He said that it's impossible to get a good seat at the library if we get there late, especially on weekends."
Josiah was already waiting at the door when we arrived at the end of the flight of stairs.
Anne went straight to the door. "Mommy, I'll get going then. I won't be joining you all for lunch today."
"At least have some breakfast before you go?"
"It's alright, Mom. I'm not hungry. See you later."
With that, she disappeared out the door. She didn't even look back.
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