Chapter 47

Today, Willow wanted to enjoy some family time with just the three of us. She specifically asked the driver not to come along. Zane was driving, and I sat in the back with Willow. She leaned affectionately against me, fiddling with my clothes. I gently patted her shoulder, pondering about how to ask her to start talking to people other than Zane and me. After hesitating for a while, I carefully said, "Willow, would you be willing to help Mommy with something?" Willow immediately sat up, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. "What is it?" It seemed like she was excited to help me with something. I slowed my speech. "Could you try talking to other people?" Willow straightened her posture, her little face turning serious. I didn't interrupt her, giving her the time to think it over. "Mommy…" Willow looked troubled, her head hanging low. "I don't think I can do it." Her tone was apologetic, as if she had done something wrong. I couldn't bear to blame her for it. Besides, she hadn't act