Chapter 9

Ms. Wilson was washing the pots, I was about to call her but she senses our presence and turn around. Not knowing exactly what to do, I say. "He's hungry." "So feed him," I raised my brows and she continued. "His bottle is in the fridge, just warm it." "Okay, thanks." I said I turned but then remembered to ask his age. "How old is he?" She shakes her head then say, "He's eighteen months old," she went back to her task. I opened the fridge and took out one of the bottles. I was about to place it in the microwave when Ms. Wilson shouted, "Are you crazy? You don't put baby bottles in the microwave, that's a lot radiation for the baby." I sighed then ask, "What am I to do then?" She points to a pot on the island. "Put some water in that, then place the bottle in the water and put it on the stove." I did exactly what she said, then took a seat. I lift him the enfant head off my shoulder and look him in the eyes, which was still teary. My heart broke when I looked at him. I pointe