Happy Ending's
Chapter 61: The Perfect Reply

Keyla pressed the bell near the door. Apartment number 901 and a few moments later women in their thirties with blonde hair and green eyes also opened the door.

"This is Miss's house. Missy?" Darrel opened the conversation and the woman did not look surprised.

"Mr ad Mrs. Douglas?"

"Yes." Yeah." Keyla.

"Please come in." The woman invited. Darrel took his wife into the house. House shades of blue and toska.

"Missy's already sent a message that she's in your house. I'm sorry for having been so much trouble."

"No problem, Mrs ...?" keyla replied with a friendly smile.

"Smiths. Angela Smith's. Just call me Angel."

"alright. We can't linger here. We just wanted to make sure that you knew Missy was in our house."

"I'm sorry I've been troubling you. This time the girl had a friend. I'm so glad your son wants to play with her."

"I'm really happy he wants to play with the Clouds. Our son's cloud, one school with him. He never brought a friend home. He's also hard to make friends."

"really?" Angela was surprised by Keyla's words.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Missy has a disorder from birth. Moebius. He cannot express his feelings. Face flat. I can't laugh like other kids. His friends thought he was a ghost. Some say he's a monster. I can't do much as his mother."

"Don't be sad, Angel." Keyla shifted closer towards the woman. His face looked gloomy and felt guilty.

"Missy's a beautiful and smart boy. My kids liked. He can come anytime." Keyla tried to cheer up. Hugging the woman even though she knew it wouldn't have much effect. Keyla was well aware of how hurt a mother would be if another child called her a monster or other inappropriate words. No mother would ever be truly willing!

"Thank you very much." Angel holds Keyla's warm hand.

"Either. He looks at home in our house. So, don't worry. Then we should leave immediately."

"alright. Thank you so much for stopping by."

"No problem Mrs. Smiths. Next time you have to come to our house" Darrel replied as he stood up from the sofa.

"Sure!"

"Why, baby?" Darrel turned to his wife who was waiting. I don't know what's on his mind. Called once, not nyahut. Twice, shut up. And for the third time, Darrel held his shoulder. Keyla jerks.

"mmm? Saying something?"

"What are you thinking?" ask Darrel while holding the wheel to La Grand Rex, a performance building in Boulevard Poissonniere, Paris, France.

"No." Keyla nodded slowly.

"Missy's? Did you think about it?"

Keyla turned to her husband. "Yes. Isn't Moebius syndrome too much for her? I can't imagine how I would feel if my son experienced it. A monster? Oh .. no dear! My heart would be broken if I heard my son was called a monster!" Keyla started to shed tears. The women are so. So sensitive and lacrimal glands easily produce tears. Women are often called Baperan creatures!

"You're wrong, Key. Missy's not what you imagined. And Angel, stronger than you think."

"really?" Keyla looked towards Darrel. As usual, his voice was so calm and his manner of speaking was slow.

"Yes. Didn't you see Missy? The boy was so confident and did not appear weak in the slightest. He's good too. See what he gave the stars?"

Keyla nodded. Assented.

"It must have been valuable to him because he always carried it in his bag. But, he gave it to the Stars just like that. Bad boy, can't do that."

"real said. I just didn't think it through. How could his friends say rude?"

"Environment, Key. Parents' education also affects. Kids are great imitators! Grown up are his role models. They assume adults can do it, why can't they?!"

"That's not the right thing to do. We, adults, should teach you how beautiful a difference is."

Haha. Darrel laughed as he could not help it after hearing Keyla's words.

"You're so naive, baby. Why do you think in the country where we were born there is often conflict between tribes and religions? Why is there a world war of many years that cost a lot of casualties? The difference! Not everyone, we adults, can accept the difference. Differences of opinion, religion, point of view, thinking, even in the household. Differences are the main reason for the split."

"But they're still kids, Antonius!"

"Don't underestimate the kids. They are dangerous creatures if not properly directed. You know ISIS? They even teach children to hold firearms, knives, to kill. You think kids do it of their own accord? No, hon. Adults direct it. 13-year-old Lady Medicine Hat killed her parents and eight-year-old sister. Fourteen-year-old Joshua Smith murdered his mother for imposing a curfew and forbidding him from gathering with bad boys. And again, in our country too many children are bullied by their own friends. Some were dead, injured, and many were silent and had their own wounds in their hearts. The kids aren't as stupid as you think. They could be creatures you never thought of."

Keyla shuddered in horror. What her husband said was not wrong. But not entirely true either. For Keyla, children are still children. They are still holy, innocent and must be truly guided. Keyla stopped thinking for a moment. And began to doubt his own mind. Are children really white creatures? Sacred? If it was a baby, maybe it was. But when he starts to think, he will be easily controlled by what is around him.