Seeing that the boy was crying so sadly, Pamela quickly comforted him in a soft voice, "Be good. Stop crying. I'll buy you a better ball later, OK?"
The boy looked at Pamela with a face full of anticipation and disbelief. "Really?"
Pamela was amused. She thought, kids are kids indeed. It's just a ball. Why would I bother lying to you?
But you're such a careless kid. You almost got hit by a car, and all you care about is the ball?
Pamela rubbed her swollen elbow and smiled, "Of course."
Pamela always had a soft spot for kids, which perhaps had something to do with the fact that she knew she was infertile.
She always wanted to be close to kids.
The boy shook his head and looked at Pamela seriously. "I don't want a better one. I want a ball just like it, the same color and size."