Chapter 331
Chapter 250
I usually sat with Emily’s mother Mrs. Miller during parent meetings. So, we had a good relationship.
Plus, being mothers and attending a parent–child activity together, we had endless things to talk about regarding our children and men
“Your Billy is so bright,” Mrs. Miller said, watching our children play together. “Emily talks about him constantly at home. It’s always Billy said this‘ or ‘Billy did that.”
I smiled, feeling that familiar sense of maternal pride.
“Billy also likes Emily very much. He’s been practicing his reading just to impress her.”
As we chatted about our children’s recent lives, I couldn’t help noticing Mr. Miller and Henry standing nearby, listening to us talk about the children, with gentle smiles on their faces.
Mr. Miller occasionally nodded at his wife’s words, his hand resting naturally on her shoulder.
And Henry… Henry was doing exactly the same thing, standing beside me as if we were still married.
I stole a glance at him.
This gentle, patient Henry bore almost no resemblance to the cold, unapproachable man I had married.
The Henry I knew would check his phone every thirty seconds whenever he attended family activities with Billy and me, irritated by the “waste of time, counting the minutes until he could return to his precious office.
Now, he was smiling softly at Billy’s antics, actually paying attention to our conversation–he was the husband I had once dreamed of having.
Ironically, the scene I had fantasized about for years was finally playing out before my eyes, yet I didn’t feel happy.
In fact, I only felt angry!
How dare he play the devoted father now? Where was this version of Henry during our marriage?
This performance of domestic bliss came far too late. We were divorced. It was over. All his pretend warmth and attention couldn’t change that simple fact.
Mrs. Miller noticed my sudden silence and nudged me. “Everything okay?”
Before I could answer, the teacher called everyone’s attention. “Parents and children, please gather around for our final activity!”
Billy grabbed both our hands and pulled us toward the circle forming around the teacher. I noticed Mrs. Miller giving me a curious look, clearly sensing the tension between Henry and me, but thankfully she didn’t pry.
*Our last activity is a sentence–building game,” the teacher announced, holding up a set of word cards with accompanying pictures. I have seven words here, and I want our clever students to make a sentence using all of them!”
She displayed the cards one by one: “Mom, dog, watch, lie down, ground, dog poop, eat.
To ensure everyone could participate, each word had a helpful illustration beside it. The teacher read through the list twice, making sure every
child understood.
“Now, who can make a sentence using all these words?” she asked, her eyes scanning the eager faces. There’s a special prize for the correct
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answer! And remember, parents, please let the children answer by themselves.
The parents exchanged knowing glances, clearly curious about what sentences these innocent minds would create
Hands shot up across the room, little bodies practically levitating with excitement. The teacher pointed to a boy in the front row – Yes you
The child stood up proudly. “I watch Mom lie down on the ground and eat dog poop!”
The room erupted in laughter–both adults and children completely losing control.
The teacher tried desperately to maintain her composure, but her shoulders were shaking with suppressed giggles.
She pointed to another child. “Your turn!”
“I lie down on the ground and watch Mom eat dog poop!”
Another wave of uncontrollable laughter swept through the room. I found myself doubled over, tears streaming down my face.
Even Henry–cold, serious Henry–was laughing openly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
The teacher, barely maintaining her composure, called on a third child.
“The dog lies down on the ground and watches my mom eat dog poop!”
At this point, the entire playground descended into chaos. Parents were gasping for breath, children were rolling on the floor, and the teacher had abandoned all pretense of seriousness, clutching her stomach as she laughed.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed this hard.
It felt good–liberating somehow–to just relax and enjoy this absurd moment.
One mother turned to her son, wiping tears from her eyes. “Sweetie, is dog poop tasty?” The little boy shook his head vigorously. “Then why would you make me eat it?”
Another mother was nearly hysterical. “Son, couldn’t it have been ‘Mom watches the dog lie down on the ground and eat dog poop? Why am I the one eating poop? Am I that hungry?”
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