Her unusual smile just made me feel weird. Well, I couldnât help it. It wasnât polite of me to leave her like this when sheâs holding me for longer than usual. Of course, I felt a little sorry about the mistake I made earlier too.
âHow old are you now?â
âIâm three years old.â
Layla looked at me a little surprised as if my looks and my age didnât fit well. What? Well, I knew that there was no three-year-old who could speak as well and as good and as cute as I.
âI see. Youâre already three years old. It feels like just yesterday when I heard the news of your birth.â
I didnât notice it when she said it like an old man wet with remorse, but Layla seemed to know who I was for a long time. Oh, of course, she could tell just by looking at me. Still, I felt that the tone of her voice gave me a nuance that she knew my mother too. Who was this woman exactly?
âYou donât know anything about how you were born, do you?â
âHmm?â
She was smiling with interest. What the hell was she smiling for? I felt frustrated. Besides, Layla looked indescribably excited.
âDo you know about your mother?â
âYou know my mother?â
I had already thought of the possibility that she knew her, but did she really?
Layla lowered her body in my voice. She sat down and held her head on her hand; this woman was pretty. Sheâs so pretty. If this was Earth, she would have been scouted for a Hollywood movie right away.
âNo one told you? I thought so. People tend to think keeping things from children is the safest way to raise them.â
I knew what sheâs trying to say. However, sheâs clearly being sarcastic even though sheâs smiling so beautifully. Well, she had a point. I could guess why they were not telling me anything about my mother so I couldnât make any halfassed conclusions. In fact, even I wouldnât want to tell a child the cruel truth behind their parents. If one crushed childrenâs dreams and fantasies, then they deserve to go to hell.
âDo you want me to tell you?â
âWill you tell me?â
âDo you want to know?â
A sweet, whispering voice. The sweetness seemed similar to Dransteâs voice. It sounded like the lure of the devil.