Chapter 118
In no time, she tugged over a little wagon stacked high with her toy race cars.
Yvonne sorted them out one by one and then handed me a remote control. “Mom, let’s race.”
I looked at her, a swirl of emotions in my chest. I just couldn’t bring myself to leave her behind. She was still so little. Whenever she flitted in front of me, I’d always space out for a moment.
“Mom, hurry up. Let’s play. The loser has to do whatever the winner says,” Yvonne pleaded, pouting at me.
That actually got me interested. “Really? The loser really has to obey?”
Yvonne nodded eagerly. “Promise. No backing out.”
That look on her face really fired up my competitive spirit.
No matter how smart Yvonne was, she was still just a kid. In my previous life, whenever we played games, I’d always let her win on purpose, just so she could taste what victory felt like.
Then I’d shower her with praise, using encouragement as my way of teaching her.
“Mom, you’re way too fast. Slow down.” Yvonne thought I’d go easy on her like I always did, but today, I just zoomed ahead with my car, leaving her far behind.
She got so worked up that she started stomping her feet in frustration.
“Mom, let’s go again. I’m definitely going to beat you this time,” Yvonne said, her stubborn streak flaring up.
“Alright, bring it on,” I replied, nodding calmly.
In the second and third rounds, I won again. Yvonne sat on the grass with her knees tucked under her, lips pouting, and eyes brimming with tears.
In frustration, Yvonne flung the remote control down onto the ground. “It’s not fair. You’re a grown–up. Of course, you’re faster than me. This is so unfair.”
I looked at the toys she’d thrown aside and reminded her sternly, “Pick those up and put them back in the toy room.”
Yvonne looked up at me, wide–eyed and a little lost. The moment I got to two, she jumped up and scrambled to pick up the toys, yelling, “Mom, stop counting. Can’t you see I’m cleaning up already?”
When she came running back out, I didn’t waste a second. “You said the loser has to listen, right? Well, I want you to pull up all those weeds over there. No dinner until you finish.”
“What? That’s way too much.” Yvonne scrunched up her face. “Mom, please don’t make me do this. You’re the best mom ever. I love you so much.”
“Go on, get to work,” I said, totally unmoved by her sweet talk.
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