The nun pointed her finger at the kids and asked, "Do you see that girl over there?"
"I see many girls, so I don't know who you are talking about," Nero replied as he tried to follow the nun's gaze.
"Remember the girl who called you uncle and asked you to play with the kids?" the nun asked and added, "Her name was Nia."
"Oh!" Nero exclaimed— although he faked that reaction.
"What about her?"
"She is my daughter, my biological daughter."
Nero squinted his eyes and stared at the nun, "How old is she?"
"Seven; turning eight next week."
"And how old are you?"
"How old do I look?"
"I hate guessing." Nero groaned and said, "You say it."
"I am 29, and my husband is 28," the nun replied with a smile.
"Well, now if you are satisfied telling me your story— I would appreciate if you could grant my wish," Nero stated like a gentleman.
"What do you want? If you want to adopt any children, then I must reject you."