Chapter 679
After not receiving an answer from me for a long time, Munchkin looked curiously at me. When he
saw the tears on my face, he asked in surprise, "Why are you crying, Mommy?”
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and bent down t o hug Munchkin. "Mommy will take you to
see Cecilia tomorrow."
Munchkin looked at the photo and nodded, saying, " Okay."
The house had been vacant for a very long time, hence it was necessary to clean the house. I
handed
Munchkin my phone and asked him to sit on the sofa quietly while ying with the phone.
He was a sensible child, so after ying with the phone on the sofa, he picked up the rag which I
had ced on the coffee table and started wiping.
I walked over and rubbed his head. "You know how to help Mommy clean the house now, huh?"
Munchkin felt very proud and stuck out his little chest. "I''ve grown up."
I looked with relief at the picture on the TV stand and said silently in my heart, "Are you seeing this,
Cecilia? Your child has grown up. He knows how to behave
and is a very good boy."
The next day, I brought Munchkin to the cemetery.
This cemetery would expand every year. The cemetery was very big now, which showed that many
more people had lost their loved ones over the course o f three years.
Flowers were sold outside of the cemetery, and the flower seller was an older woman. Perhaps she
saw how adorable Munchkin was, so she smiled at him." This child is too young. It''s best if he
doesn’t go in."
I ced my hand on Munchkin''s head. "There''s someone very important to him in there."
The old woman sighed softly but did not say anything else.
In the end, I picked a bouquet of jasmine flowers. They were Cecilia''s favorite when she was still
alive.
"Is that it?" the old woman asked.
I then picked two more bunches of white roses, paid for them, and brought Munchkin into the
cemetery.
There were many steps, and it took us a long time to get to the top.
After paying our respects to Grandma and Mom, we went to Cecilia''s grave.
We bumped into a man standing in front of the grave. His figure was wless, while his expression
was cold and stern.
It had been three years. The warmth he had when we first met was gone. Instead, he had be a
little cold.
There were many people who grew more mature and warmer as they aged, but some would
experience certain events in life and grow colder as they aged. They would treat others and the
world coldly.
Mason was probably thetter. I was not very concerned about how he had spent thest three
years. All I cared about was that I had bumped into him in front of Cecilia’s grave today. Exactly
what kind of feelings did he have for Cecilia?
My gaze fell on the white eustoma lying silently in front of the tombstone. I was stunned for a very
long time.
In thenguage of flowers, eustoma represented two things-eternal love and hopeless love. They
were two extreme opposites.
As the saying went, things would go into reverse when pushed to the extreme. No matter how great
a love is, too much is as bad as too little. Hence, a steady amount is the only way to go for a love to
last longer.
"Mommy.”
Perhaps I had been standing still for too long, Munchkin opened his mouth to speak. He looked at
the photo on the tombstone and was a little puzzled.
"Is this woman dead?"
His childish voice interrupted the two people who were lost in their thoughts—me and Mason.
He turned around and was surprised to see me, though the surprisested only for a fleeting
moment.
The next moment, he turned to look at Munchkin and frowned slightly.
Afraid that he would stare at Munchkin for too long and notice something amiss, I pulled Munchkin
with me and walked up to Mason, facing Cecilia’s tombstone.
"Munchkin, thisdy is very important to me, and so i s she to you. Can you also call her ''Mommy''
from now o n?"
Munchkin was confused. "Doesn''t everyone have only one mother?"
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"You can have a godmother too. We agreed back then that when we each had children in the future,
we would be each other''s children''s godmother.
Therefore, you need to call her ''Mommy'' too."