The Love that Never Really Dies

Sasha’s hand froze on the door handle as she saw the boy. “Little Ian! You’re up! Why didn’t you go downstairs for breakfast? You’re not hungry? Why aren’t you wearing your jacket?” Ian looked at her speechlessly and turned to leave. Sasha was taken aback. She hastened her steps behind the boy, wondering what he was up to early in the morning. She followed behind him closely as he went towards a hanging garden. Wow! I can’t believe he has the entire playground in the garden to himself. I guess this is how rich people live. Sasha brought breakfast over to the garden and put it on the marble garden table as she watched Ian play on his own. “Little Ian, why don’t we have breakfast first? You can continue playing after you have eaten.”

“No!” Ian shouted. Gosh, this boy is really giving me a hard time. It’s either he doesn’t talk, or he’s defiant when he does. I hope he’s like his younger brother. Matteo is way more obedient. He takes his meal like a good boy at least. Sasha went over and squatted down beside Ian, thinking how she should get him to eat. “Little Ian, I’m sure you want to meet Daddy after breakfast? I promise I’ll bring you to him after you eat.” “Promise?” The boy turned his head immediately and asked. A smile broke on her face when she finally elicited a response from him. I knew it. Autistic kids might be cold and uncommunicative,

Ian went over to the garden table and finished the food Sasha made. When Berta came over to clean up, she was surprised to see all the empty plates. “Ian, did you really finish everything?” she asked, looking around at the ground. “Yeah, he ate everything. What’s the matter?” Sasha answered on Ian’s behalf as she looked at the maid, confused. Did I make too much food? That’s just a normal portion for kids. Or is Ian a small eater?

Berta. “I swear I saw it with my own eyes. I lied to Mr. Hayes saying there’s still some food left on the table from yesterday so he could go to work without having to worry about Ian. After he went out, I cooked something simple for Ian. As expected, he refused to eat it. I was thinking it would be a good chance to ask you to come over and make some food for him, but the woman came again and spoiled my plan.” From Berta’s tone, it was obvious that she hated Sasha to the bone and could not wait to get her out of the house. On the other end, Xandra continued cutting the flowers quietly as she thought about what she should do. She maneuvered the whetted scissors in her hands agilely, snipping off one flower after

asked how about the maid’s well-being. “Ms. Green, it’s very kind of you to care so much for Ian. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so nice to her. But it’s okay, we still have a lot of chances. I’m sure things will turn out well.” “Thanks. I’ll see you around.” Xandra hung up and threw