“Uncle Woody and Grandma? Could they be that cruel?” I asked with an innocent face.

Terrence shrugged his shoulders. “I do not know. This is just a guess.”

“Is there a reason they are like that?” I asked.

“Inherited treasure, love. I don’t care about Grandpa’s inheritance. Why are they mean to me? I have not lived among them for decades,” I said.

“I understand you must be sad. Don’t dwell on the sadness. I’m beside you now,” Terrence said. 

“But… why if you were by my side?” I asked then. 

“Don’t you feel a safe vibe when you’re by my side?” 

I nodded and devoured the food Terrence had...