Chapter Eighty-Seven: Tom's Baby Life and My Nanny Life

  For someone who has never taken care of a baby like me, being able to take care of little Tom's V for three months is simply a miracle. I still admire my own patience, and unlike the female lead in the same situation as me, I didn't have the urge to strangle this baby to death. And would I dare? Firstly, I'm afraid that the main god will destroy me, secondly, I don't have the ruthlessness to suffocate a helpless infant in his crib. Moreover, this kid is still my beloved V later on, although I often stare at him and complain about his nagging...

  TOM to some extent makes me feel like a strange child, not crying or laughing or making noise, always staring at me with round and red big eyes all the time, which makes me hairy... how to say it, there's a bit of a thrilling feeling. TOM is indeed gifted, he can crawl in three months (note 1), it's simply godlike speed. I absolutely cannot let Mrs. Cole see little TOM crawling all over the floor at this moment, she had already lost her voice in surprise when she saw TOM's bright red rabbit eyes, if she sees that TOM can crawl in three months, she might faint.

  Sneaked out of the orphanage with some jewelry and gold to pawn for a large sum of British pounds, then went to a bookstore and bought a bunch of classic novels, management books, children's books, etc. The salesgirl looked at me with a strange and worried gaze. Also bought a bunch of daily necessities and food, then quickly returned to the orphanage. What depressed me was that TOM stuck to me every step of the way, even when I snuck out, he clung to my clothes and wouldn't let go, making me feel like I had extra trouble... QAQ

  When Tom was nine months old, he started to walk towards me with the support of the wall. Looking at him, I felt a mix of emotions - amazed by the miracle of human growth and worried that he might get hurt. But then I thought to myself, "Wait a minute, when did I become so maternal?" This kid isn't even mine! (￣▽￣”)

  TOM might be tired from walking, but he's still making an effort to come towards me with those short legs that look like lotus roots. Looking at his movements, I still really want to say that this is just like a penguin. Maybe I should be grateful that little TOM can walk normally for now? Thinking back to how TOM's mom glared at me before she died, it was really harsh. Didn't the main god say that my identity in this world is TOM's sister? Why did his mom seem to have a tendency to abuse children and come over to beat me up together with him?

  TOM, as expected, swaggered over to me again, and once more grabbed my pant leg with his small, short hands. I twitched the corners of my mouth a few times - what's wrong with this kid? Why does he always grab onto me like his life depends on it, every single time? Even if I don't want him, I still have to take care of the share that the main god gave me, so I implored him: please, don't always grab onto me like that!

  "Woof woof..." Little Tom leaned against my leg, his big red eyes shining with laughter and innocence, muttering something incoherently.

  I covered my face, TOM I really don't understand what you're saying, your words are like an alien language. Can you speak Mandarin OK? Foreign languages maybe, really. Although I didn't know what he was saying, but this sentence is absolutely effective. Squatted down and patted his little head "TOM, you're great, doing very well."

  Tom blinked a few times as if confirming something, then his mouth corners began to rise and he chuckled.

  At this moment, I only have the urge to wipe away tears. TOM, V Hall, it's too good! You finally aren't a little facial paralysis anymore! I once thought that your facial nerves were dead and wouldn't recover, but it turns out there's still hope!

  Because I was too touched, I took out the strawberry cake that I had just sneaked out to buy and fed it into Little Tom's mouth. Although it was a bit heart-wrenching, I had bought many pieces so it didn't matter, if they were gone I could just go buy more, I wasn't afraid of him going bankrupt.

  I finished reading the "Infant Care" manual with a creepy feeling, and glanced at the milk and bread that Mrs. Martha, who was in charge of food, had given me with some disdain. I shook the milk in my hand, which was normally white, but it had already gone bad from the smell. The bread on the plate was hard as a board, indicating that it had also gone bad. This is what they serve at the British welfare institution. But you can't blame her, after all, in 1926, the British trade unions launched the largest general strike in history. On May 4th, when the general strike began, about 3 million people participated, including major industries across the country. The national economy was thrown into chaos.

  I should be grateful that you were born at the right time, and thank God I know you so I won't starve to death. However, having to count my food is something I despise about you.

  I knocked on the door of the neighboring room with a bottle of milk and a loaf of bread. The door was opened by a little girl with freckles all over her face, who looked at me in apparent surprise. "Oh, can I help you?"

  "Of course, miss. My brother and I have already eaten our fill, so I think you'll need all of these that I've brought for you." A gentle smile hung on my face, but if one looked closely, the corners of my mouth were twitching slightly.

  "Oh! Thank you so much, I think we can be friends." The freckled girl was obviously very happy, took the food from my hand and looked at me with some gratitude.

  "Of course, if you don't mind. I'll go first then, my lovely brother still needs taking care of." A fake smile hung on her face as she turned back to her own room.

  It's better not to make enemies in a place like the orphanage, even though no one can do anything to me, but I still don't want Tom, who has no ability to resist, to be bullied by the children in the orphanage.

  Returned to the room, poured a glass of fresh milk, and made a bowl of lotus root powder. Held little TOM on my lap and picked up that warm bowl of lotus root powder, although I don't like eating it but the book says it's good for babies. Fed it spoon by spoon into TOM's mouth until finished.

  As I put the bowl on the table and was about to get up for the milk, Tom suddenly held my clothes, his red eyes staring at me, and said "Qiu... Ying" with a slightly unclear tone.

  I was stunned and stared blankly at the little baby in my arms, a TOM edition. What just happened? Did TOM speak? “...TOM, what did you just say?”

  "Ah Yin." Little Tom swung his arm and gave me a big goofy grin, revealing a few baby teeth that hadn't fully grown in yet.

  "It's Kaito, and also call me sister." I pointed at little TOM's forehead with a straight face.

  "Hmm... Kaito, sister." Little Tom muttered to himself

  "Call me sister."

  "Hollyhock."

  It's my sister.

  "Hollyhock."

  …………

  I'm lying in bed, feeling a bit weak, staring at the ceiling. The ceiling is so white... Okay, I'll just yell at him. TOM has been a pesky person since he was young, and I don't know if he's a ghost or a mischievous spirit, but he just won't call me sister! It makes me want to flip the table! (╬￣皿￣）

  Note 1: Normally, a baby will start crawling at around eight or nine months old.