"Mommy, you're overthinking it."
Clarissa Lindsey snuggled in her arms, her big eyes fixed on the cartoons on the TV, she said nonchalantly, "Don't you always say that going to school is more important for me now? I should watch less TV and read fewer comics and, besides, school isn't on break and I've been discharged from the hospital, so it's time to go back to class."
Well, she really is a little baby who knows the value of hard work.
Ella Lacey couldn't help but laugh and cry inside.
She hesitated and said:
"But..."
Ella Lacey dared not mention the reason, fearing it would scare the baby, especially since Clarissa was there when Satan talked about the poison back then...
Eventually.
After a mental struggle, Ella Lacey still drove her car and took Clarissa to school.
It was already the afternoon.
Letting her daughter attend half a day of classes to see how things go.
