"Aius Xander Arguaza Frosco, what a nice name you have handsome." Aunt Andra said with a smile to my son who until now was just silently looking at his grandmother.

"Don't you want my greeting, grandson? Hmm?" Tita Andra asked.

My son just looked at her, then answer, "No, I'm not playing toys anymore, grandma." Aider said coldy.

"Aider." I was reluctant to call my son because he was losing his temper. I didn't teach him to answer that way, especially when he's talking to someone older than him.

"I'm sorry, mom." my son bowed and sincerely apologized when he heard the tone of my disobedience to him.

"Say, sorry...