Evil

“Such a good looking child. She does take after my son a lot,” Mrs. Wilson complimented, her lips pecking the child in her face causing little Rosie to move her faceaway from her uncomfortably.

“Look at her eyebrows. I can remember that this is how Marcel’s eyebrows were when he was her age. “What is your name little girl?” She already knows the little girl’s name but wanted to see if the child can say her name fully and also wanted to test how smart this child was. If she was smart then that means that she takes after her son because her son was super smart.

“My name is Rosie Mae Rossador,” the child answered.

“Rosie Mae Rossador. Good girl,” she was smart. She could pronounce her name fully without any help and she was sure that this smart child can also spell her name. The Wilson family are always smart. Wait! Rosaador? Did the child just say that her surname was Rossador? What the hell?

“Is your surname Rossador?”

The child nodded.

“Ho…how can that be? It is supposed to be Wil