"Where's Mom?" Stony curled his lips and tried his best not to cry. After all, he was a five-year-old child. He held back his tears so hard that he felt uncomfortable. His pair of big eyes immediately filled with tears. With a blink of an eye, tears rolled down his face.
"Your Mom is going to be separated from you for a while. Who do you want to be with during this period of separation?" He pointed at Jaquan, who was standing beside him, and then pointed at himself, "Choose one."
Stony looked at him and then at Jaquan. He didn't understand why he had to be with others for the period of separation. Could it be that he wouldn't be able to see his mother in the future? He was panicking, uneasy, and afraid. His little body started to tremble.
He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was holding something.
Jaquan also squatted down and wiped away the tears on Stony's face. Even though he was not his father, Jaquan loved him because he loved Emma. His love for the Stony was not fake.