James Thompson sat with crossed legs beside Alice Thompson, "Alice, you are a boy, boys can't cry."
"Daddy... hic~" Alice Thompson's voice was soft and tearful as she hiccupped.
James Thompson looked at the tears hanging on her eyelashes, her pitiful little appearance, and chuckled softly.
"Did Alice bring the egg back especially for daddy to eat?"
James Thompson took out the books and toys from the backpack.
"Yes, daddy is sick, needs to eat, but the egg got crushed," Alice Thompson stopped crying, bowing her head, "Daddy, I'm sorry."
James Thompson was in a good mood, his little one was becoming caring after a few years.
He took out the unbroken half of the egg yolk from the backpack, put it in his mouth, and tasted it carefully, "Wow, this egg is so tasty. Next time, will Alice bring one back for daddy again, okay?"
Ah? There's a next time?
Alice Thompson had a reluctant look on her face.