Chapter 239 Sam Acknowledged Her
Gabriel felt a pang of jealousy. It was his son's first parent-child event, and the boy wanted Sophia, not him.
"If you didn't hear, never mind."
He was about to hang up when Sophia's urgent voice came through.
"Tell Sam I'll definitely go with him."
Gabriel's lips curved into a slight smile as he ended the call.
Sophia gripped her phone, her other hand balled into a fist, so excited she wanted to yell.
"What's wrong with you?" Caroline asked with a concealed chuckle, feigning confusion.
Sophia exclaimed with excitement, "Sam wants me to go with him to the preschool's parent-child event."
The unexpected joy hit Sophia like a whirlwind.
"Really? That's wonderful! You can use this opportunity to mend your relationship with Sam," Caroline said, genuinely happy for her.
"Yeah, right." Sophia's expression suddenly shifted.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm accompanying Sam, but what about Ethan and Emma?"
If Gabriel chose to participate, wouldn't he inadvertently encounter Ethan and Emma?
Sophia had never missed a single kindergarten event for Ethan and Emma and found herself in a dilemma.
Caroline tried to reassure her, "Don't worry, if Ethan and Emma knew they had another brother, they'd be thrilled and totally support your decision to be with Sam now."
Sophia hugged Caroline tightly.
"Once Sam fully accepts me, I'll officially tell Ethan and Emma."
She still feared that Ethan and Emma might not take the news well.
"Don't fret, they're good friends now. They'll understand," Caroline assured her.
To accommodate parents' schedules, the kindergarten had specifically set parent-child activities for Saturday.
Ethan and Emma had said they didn't mind at all about not participating in the parent-child activity.
Sophia was supposed to pick up Sam, but Gabriel insisted on dropping him off.
At the kindergarten gate, when Sophia saw Sam, she ran toward him gleefully, nearly tripping in her haste, causing Sam to quicken his steps, concerned.
"Sam, I'm sorry." Her first words were an apology.
Sam was deeply moved.
Seeing 'Auntie Kelly' trying to ingratiate himself, Sam wanted to reach out to her but hesitated awkwardly.
Sophia wanted to hug him but feared he might not be receptive.
Thus, they stood, child and adult, locked in a stalemate, eye to eye.
A small smile involuntarily graced Gabriel's lips, his handsome face basked in sunlight, casting a warm glow.
"It's time to go inside."
Gabriel simply scooped up Sam and led the way into the kindergarten, with Sophia trailing behind.
She was right. Gabriel didn't trust leaving Sam alone, so he, too, came to the event.
Lucky she hadn't brought Ethan and Emma.
Most of the children had both parents with them, while a few were accompanied by either mom or dad.
Gabriel glanced at Sophia, appreciating how agreeable she was today, not giving him the cold shoulder.
"Let's start with roll call. When you hear your name, say 'here,'" announced the teacher.
The activity encouraged full participation, yet there were always a few children who couldn't make it for various reasons.
When Sam's name was called, he remained silent, but Sophia responded with a strong and clear, "Here!"
The teacher smiled and continued with the roll call.
A fellow parent, who had observed Sophia and Gabriel several times, finally mustered the courage to whisper a conversation with Sophia.
"You and your husband sure make a beautiful couple. No wonder your kid is so good-looking."
'It's all in the genes, seriously.
And that guy, he looked familiar.
‘Handsome as a movie star, I'd say!' That parent thought.
People were complimenting Sam's looks, and Sophia, beaming with pride, said, "Thank you."
After the teacher finished roll call and a brief talk, she led the class to the pottery studio, where the first activity was for parents to join their children in making clay art.
"I'm a pro at playing with clay. Loved it since I was a kid," the parent who had spoken to Sophia earlier whispered to her.
She imagined a family as attractive as Sam's wouldn't be into getting their hands dirty with clay.
"If you need any help later, just let me know. I could help you guys make something to turn in for class," the parent offered.
Sophia found the gesture rather sweet. "Thanks."
Knowing that not all parents were versed in pottery, the teachers prepared to demonstrate and guide everyone through it.
Gabriel, with his penchant for cleanliness, was unlikely to partake. In pottery, getting messy was almost a guarantee.
Sophia planned to partner up with Sam by themselves.
Surprisingly, Gabriel was the first to take a seat, ready to start kneading clay with Sam.
His hands were clean and fair, almost sculpted. The mud smeared on them seemed to tarnish a piece of pristine marble.
Yet, his movements betrayed an unexpected skill.
Sophia quietly joined Sam, leaving Gabriel to his clay work.
"Sam, mommy brought some snack. Are you hungry? Want to have a bite?"
Sam shook his head.
'Aha, Sam finally acknowledges her!'
Sophia continued, "Mommy also brought some homemade sweet juice, just let me know if you're thirsty."
Sam nodded.
Gabriel brought over the well-mixed clay.
The consistency was just right. It was impressive work.
"What would you like to make, Sam?"
Sam gestured.
"A tiger?"
Sam nodded.
"Let's start with the tiger's head then."
Gabriel washed his hands and sat to the side to watch. Sophia had thought he'd join in but was relieved he left her to enjoy this moment with Sam.
Other parents were also guiding their children to shape figures they liked, although some were less adept, like the one who boasted about their clay prowess.
"Sweetie, that's not how you do it. No, no, that's not right..."
Eventually, a teacher came over to offer patient guidance.
Back at home, Ethan and Emma were a bit bored. Caroline had been hesitant to take them out too much ever since the recent kidnapping scare.
Emma decided to call Josie and invited her over.
Josie had mentioned before that her parents were too busy to attend parent-child activities with her.
On the phone, Josie said with a hint of difficulty, "My mom won't let me go out."
Emma's eyes widened in surprise. "Why not?"
"I don't know. She never lets me play outside. She says there are bad people out there."
"Well, how about we just chat on the phone for a bit?"
"My mom's getting up. We can't talk anymore."
With that, Josie quickly hung up.
Emma found Josie's mom strange—why wouldn't she let Josie go out and play, and even forbid her from chatting on the phone with friends? It was peculiar.
Emma recalled how Josie's mom seemed impatient every time she picked Josie up from preschool.
At the Roscente household, Dasiy came downstairs and saw Josie standing by the phone, squinting slightly.
"What are you doing?"
Josie looked down. "The phone just rang."
"Who was it?"
Josie shook her head. "I don't know."
A look of contempt flickered across Dasiy's eyes, thinking of her foolish for not even knowing who had called.
"Go back to your room and practice the piano. Your tutor is coming for your lesson soon."
"Okay."
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