"So, this is your gift."
Getting good grades makes you happy, and eating sweets makes you feel even better.
Hayes Edwards: "..." Who spread that rumor!
Seeing Grace Winter’s face filled with admiration, he swallowed his words and instead said, "It’s okay. It’s nothing impressive. You can do it too in the future."
Grace Winter blushed a little with embarrassnt, "I... I don’t think I can."
Her brain is so slow; even in kindergarten, she learned arithtic slower than other kids.
Getting first place...
Grace Winter didn’t think she could do it, and Hayes Edwards was just saying it casually.
Friday’s parent-teacher eting, it was Father Edwards who ca.
First and second graders were dismissed early, so Grace Winter accompanied Hayes Edwards to wait downstairs for the eting to end.
But halfway through waiting, Hayes Edwards ran off to play gas with so classmates.
Grace Winter could only hold two schoolbags, waiting in place.
The parent-teacher eting ended half an hour later.
When Hayes Edwards ca back, he saw his dad holding Grace Winter’s hand in one hand and carrying the two schoolbags in the other, smiling at him particularly "kindly."
That night, Hayes Edwards’ backside suffered again.
More than being upset about the bad grades, Father Edwards was angrier about Hayes leaving Grace Winter alone there and making her carry two schoolbags.
"Grace sees you as a good friend and trusts you unconditionally. That’s not a reason for you to leave her alone and ignore her."
At that ti, Hayes Edwards didn’t understand this principle yet.
His rebellious phase ca very early and lasted a long ti.
In outsiders’ eyes, his attitude toward Grace Winter was always bad; sotis, he would even get angry at her excessively.
But every ti, Grace Winter would just smile at him with squinty eyes, smiling like a little sun, sweet and warm.
She wouldn’t get angry, nor would she feel sad.
"Dummy." Hayes Edwards felt annoyed, reached out to grab his schoolbag, "Don’t wait for after school anymore."
Fourth-grade dismissal ti was a bit later than second-grade.
Grace Winter followed behind him, clutching her backpack strap, occasionally jogging a few steps, "No, I have to wait."
Hayes Edwards walked in front, not looking back, "What’s there to wait for? Can’t you go ho yourself?"
When he was in third grade, he no longer needed parents to pick him up; the neighborhood was right next to the school, no need to cross the street, just a few minutes’ walk.
"But Aunt Edwards asked us to..."
"Do you only listen to others?" Hayes Edwards turned around, looking at her fiercely, "Can’t you make your own decision?"
Grace Winter stared at him blankly, her voice very small, "But... but I just want to follow you."
Hayes Edwards: "..."
With Grace Winter tagging along, he couldn’t play for a while after school before going ho.
Since he couldn’t get rid of her, he ca up with another plan.
"You sit here and wait; I’ll co find you after I throw a few balls."
They were still in school, next to the basketball court, with a gym nearby. Grace Winter stood under the teaching building, carrying a backpack, and holding another backpack in her arms.
The backpack in her arms was stuffed there by Hayes Edwards.
"When will you co back?" Grace Winter asked him.
Hayes Edwards said, "I’ll co back after I make three baskets."
Three baskets?
Seems quite few.
Grace Winter nodded, sitting on the stairs, "Be quick then."
"Got it." Hayes Edwards waved his hand impatiently and ran off.
The following week, Hayes Edwards kept coaxing Grace Winter like this, telling her to wait in place, that he’d be back soon.
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