The chubby kid was eating an ice pop, crunching it several times and feeling the chill in his mouth, "Of course it could happen. Grace might grow taller than Hayes, and then he would have to call you sister."
Sister?
Taller than Hayes?
Grace Winter imagined the scene and found that it seemed...not bad?
In the evening, Grace Winter went home and proactively told Mother Winter that she wanted to drink milk.
Mother Winter was surprised, "This child, she never wanted to drink milk before, now why is she asking for it herself?"
Father Winter folded the newspaper and put it aside, "Children grow up, some changes are not surprising."
Mother Winter thought for a moment, "True, once the summer vacation is over, Grace will be starting first grade."
This year's summer vacation is hotter than ever. The sun was so glaring that its outline was blurred, like a big blazing ball continuously burning, scorching the ground.
