Chapter Fifty-Five.

Little Mario was excited to see his friends getting picked up by their parents as they waved goodbye. He knew one of his parents would be here soon to also whisk him away so he happily watched the others leave and put on his backpack by himself.

“Mom will be happy to see my painting” He said to himself, holding his little water bottle in his small hands that hung down from his neck by its ropes.

“Is that so?” This wasn’t mommy’s voice, he rose his head hesitantly and met with a strange face he had never seen before.

His reflection showed on the dark lens of the black framed designer shades the exotic woman donned on her fair, thin face.

‘Mommy said not to talk to people I don’t know’ He pressed his lips together, showing his will not to entertain the strange woman that smiled, understanding the defense he was putting up.

‘As expected of him, he’s his son after all’ The woman smirked and stood up, a woman coming to her silent call.

“Take him” She turned and left, quick on her heel