At the Valley of Joy.
Because it was a weekend, there was an endless sea of parents bringing their children to enjoy the day. As such, almost every ride was enveloped by thick crowds.
Seeing the long queues, Charlotte’s brows knitted together and she was overcome by the urge to leave.
Yet, Sheryl hauled Shane along as she charged headfirst, having completely forgotten about her mother, who had fallen behind.
Charlotte could feel an impending headache as she stood behind the herd of people in front of the merry-go-round. She groaned, “Sheryl, there are way too many people here. By the time it’s our turn, it’ll probably already be…”
“Mommy, let’s go! It’s our turn.” Before she could finish her sentence, Sheryl ran over and grabbed her hand. They scrambled through the crowd and boarded the ride under the guidance of a member of staff.
‘Did we just cut the queue?’ Charlotte’s frown deepened.
Seeing the confusion on her mother’s face, Sheryl waved a black card at her.