Chapter 1978: Old Ideology
Chapter 1978: Old Ideology
After hanging up the phone, it didn''t take long before Alisha came running in, holding a fruit tray with a variety of fruits cut into
small pieces.
“Mommy, here''s some for you to eat."
“Alisha, you''re so sweet," Joyce sat on the bed, pulling Alisha close, "| took two days off, | have to go back to school tomorrow.
Do you like going to school? How are you getting along with the other kids?"
Alisha nodded, "I like it, they''re all very nice to me. But..."
“But what?" Joyce gently tucked Alisha''s bangs behind her ear.
"They''re too friendly, it makes me feel ufortable," Alisha pouted, "They always talk to me and sometimes it''s a bit loud, |
don''t know what to say."
Joyce paused, realizing that Alisha had been mostly isted since birth by Athena. She had limited interaction with people, let
alone other children. She could sense that Alisha was somewhat introverted. She was closest to Luther, followed by Anderson
and Cecelia, and gradually bonding with her. But overall, Alisha was shy and hesitant to talk to strangers. Most importantly, she
often felt like Alisha''s warmth was superficial, unable to reach her inner self.
Joyce hugged Alisha close, realizing that Athena''s influence on the child was still present and it wouldn''t be easy to change that
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“Alisha, when you just started school, they were just trying to wee you. You can try tomunicate more with them."
“What should | talk about? They always ask me where | used to live, why | didn''te to school with my brother before, where
I''ve been, what fun things I''ve done. They ask if | y any instruments, like the violin or piano," Alisha revealed with a hint of
sadness, "They almost all y the piano, but | can''t. When I''m in piano ss, | just sit there not knowing what to do."
Joyce was surprised. She had overlooked the fact that the children at this school were from wealthy families and had been
groomed from a young age. Starting piano lessons at the age of two, horseback riding at three, it was all normal. Take Kiki for
example, at a young age she had already held an art exhibition, extraordinary.
She was about to say something when Alisha suddenly spoke again, "By the way, there''s a ssmate named Kiki, she''s so
talented. She can y the piano, violin, and she draws the best in the ss. Mommy, | can''t do anything. Am | too stupid?"
Joyce reassured Alisha, "Of course not. You haven''t learned all these things before. During this time at school, is there anything
you want to learn? Mommy will find a teacher for you soon. Before you know it, Alisha will learn. Besides, not everyone likes
ying instruments. Your brother doesn''t, he just likesputers."
Thinking for a moment, Alisha said, "| want to learn the violin, | don''t really like the piano."
"Sure. I''ll find you a teacher next week," Joyce smiled.
"Really?" Alisha''s eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Why not? As long as you like it, mommy can make it happen for you," Joyce patted Alisha''s soft hair. She had overlooked the
fact that she only wanted to quickly get along with Alisha, get her to ept her, quickly integrate her into the crowd. She had
overlooked how Alisha might feel.
"Great, now | can learn the violin!" Alisha pped her hands, delighted, "But they said learning the violin is difficult, at first it
sounds like sawing wood, it takes a long time to make a pleasant sound. They can already y, will they make fun of me?"
"They won''t. Everyone starts from not knowing to knowing. | believe you can do it," Joyce encouraged her, "Whatever you want
to learn, tell me. I''ll find you the best teacher. By the way, mom knows a violin prodigy named Nina. If you really like the violin in
the future, | can have her teach you."
"That''s fantastic," Alisha finally perked up, pointing at the fruit tray, "Mommy, eat up."
"Mmm."
Joyce picked up a blueberry and slowly savored its slightly tangy sweetness.
At that moment, Anderson walked in, "Alisha, | was wondering where you went. Turns out you ran to mommy''s room."
Alisha replied, "You''ve been busy with yourputer, not ying with me. So | went to find mommy."
Anderson noticed Joyce eating fruits, creased his tiny brows, and walked over.
Taking the fruit tray from Joyce''s hand, "Mommy, you should eat fruits in moderation after childbirth. Don''t eat anything too cold
or hard. It can irritate your stomach, cause stomach pain to worsen, and affect digestion."
Joyce was at a loss for words.
Before, Luther wouldn''t let her go out, insisting she stay in bed.
Now, even Anderson was trying to stop her from eating fruits! This father-son duo, really.
Anderson also reprimanded Alisha, "Mommy just gave birth, not everything is suitable for her to eat. Don''t give her things
randomly. Always ask Grandma first, okay?"
"Okay," Alisha lowered her head, showing she knew she had made a mistake.
Anderson patted Alisha''s shoulder like a big brother.
"It''s okay. You didn''t bring a lot of
fruit, so it''s fine in Enelerentg ay S00
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"Anderson!" Joyce finally couldn''t
take it, "Where do you get these
ideas? Don''t believe all ke optical
reveemon winsome fuss? How
can you be like an old man at your
age? These are all old ideologies!
Should | stay home for a month like
your dad thinks | should?" Please
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Anderson objected, "How is this an
old ideology? The old thinking is to
wait a week before allowing fruits. I''m
just saying in moderation. And Dad is
not wrong, mommy, yayshouileit''go
aut fonamnnth!ndt because you
can''t, but because if you go out, you
won''t just go out for some fresh air.
You''ll definitely be busy here and
there, not resting properly. Instead of
that, it''s better to have you stay at
home. Mommy has had two younger
brothers, she''s been through a lot,
she needs to take care of herself
well. Dad and | will both look after
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Joyce was speechless, this kid, really.