Bodyguard

Jasmine wasn't kidding when she told me that she wouldn't take me to the café again. The next day, we head to another shop instead, an icecream shop to be precise.

All the while, everywhere I turn I see little kids smiling and jumping with glee when they lay their eyes on the icecream of their choice.

My eyes are immediately attracted to the little girl who asked for a chocolate flavoured icecream a few minutes back. In a way, she reminds me of Shelia.

Speaking about that, I haven't had the chance to visit again. Even though it's been a few days, I wonder how they are doing.

"Hey mama, do you want some of my icecream. It's really good."

Beside the little girl is a young woman, apparently her mother.

"You know that I don't like sweets. Why don't we buy one for daddy too."

"Yea!"

The young mother ruffles her daughter's hair in response.

"You're looking a bit in the moment." Jasmine's voice comes from behind, startli