I rubbed his head and spoke gently, "Thank you for your concern, Hector. I'm fine now. Go wash your hands and call grandpa to have a meal."
My son nodded his head a few times and ran to wash his hands.
At the dining table, my husband asked me what the police said, and I roughly recounted it to him.
Apart from asking about the transcript, he didn't say anything else. We all ate the meal in silence.
My father-in-law still didn't look well and spoke less. He only occasionally asked about how Hector was doing at school.
While I was doing the dishes, I asked my husband to rest. There had been too many things happening at home recently, and he must be tired.
Meanwhile, I tried hard to recall what had happened recently, trying to remember something.
Lost in thought, I was suddenly startled by a male voice beside me.
"Mom, do you know how grandma died?"
5.
My son, who should have been doing his homework, appeared beside me.
I couldn't help but frown and scold softly, "It's none of your concern. You're too little to know about that. SSAT is almost coming. Go and do your homework."