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OIC, he wants to play the shooting game and just need my help to lift him to the table.

He lifts the rifle and aims like an pro.

Isn’t that too heavy for a 5 year old?

“BAM!”

“BAM!”

“BAM!”

“BAM!”

“BAM!”

The shooting went consecutively without stopping. All the people around grasp including the game owner. He got a prefect score! 5 out of 5! Everyone there applauds. He turns around and closes my opened mouth. His freezing touch brings me back to Earth again. He faces the game owner and point to something.

What is he going to get? Which toy does he like?

“Really, it is for me?” Sulli hugs the giraffe toy dearly and thank the boy.

What! He gets the toy for Sulli?

Acid invades my system.

Why Sulli and not me?

I pout in envy for the first time in my life. The boy then signals the game owner to him and whispers to him. Once done, he snaps his head in my direction and finds me stealing glances of him. He stares coldly at me.

My face gushes with blood and I look away instantly. As agile as a monkey, he jumps off the table and disappears into the crowd.

“Miss?” A low husky voice bring me back to staring at the crowd hoping to catch the glimpse of the boy again.

“Yes?” I reply mentally scolding him for breaking my thoughts.

“This is for you.” I turn around and see the llama plushie! My hands just automatically collects the prize and hugs it dearly.

“Uncle, why are you giving it to me?” I quip.