Watching her hold the bottle with her chubby little hands, drinking milk so adorably, I felt a slight tug at my heartstrings, as if a feather had brushed against it.
"Today is our first day of filming. Let's get to know each other. My name is Gloria Smith. We'll be living together for the next three months, and I'll be playing the role of your mom."
"Although you don't have a dad in this show, I'll do my best to play the role of your mom."
I introduced myself to the little one.
Pomelo blinked her eyes and said in her sweet, soft voice, "Mom, you're so pretty."
I usually don't smile, but today, Pomelo made me smile. I gently patted her head, "After you finish, wash up and go to bed. We need to meet the other moms, dads, and babies tomorrow."
Pomelo obediently nodded, "Okay, Mom."
I patted her head, then took her to wash up. I didn't help her at all. The little one did everything by herself.
I never really took care of children, nor do I know how to.
Having lost my own child, I've always been indifferent to other children, perhaps because of my illness.
Finally, I took her to the children's room.
After returning to my own room, my assistant called, asking me to check online.