Female Novel
Chapter 1978: Old Ideology
Chapter 1978: Old Ideology
After hanging up the phone, it didn't take long before Alisha came running in, holding a fruit tray witha variety of fruits cut into small pieces.
"Mommy, here's some for you to eat."
"Alisha, you're so sweet," Joyce sat on the bed, pulling Alisha close, "I took two days off, I have togo back to school tomorrow. Do you like going to school? How are you getting along with the otherkids?"
Alisha nodded, "I like it, they're all very nice to me. But..."
"But what?" Joyce gently tucked Alisha's bangs behind her ear.
"They're too friendly, it makes me feel uncomfortable," Alisha pouted, "They always talk to me andsometimes it's a bit loud, I don't know what to say."
Joyce paused, realizing that Alisha had been mostly isolated since birth by Athena. She had limitedinteraction with people, let alone other children. She could sense that Alisha was somewhatintroverted. She was closest to Luther, followed by Anderson and Cecelia, and gradually bondingwith her. But overall, Alisha was shy and hesitant to talk to strangers. Most importantly, she often feltlike Alisha's warmth was superficial, unable to reach her inner self.
Joyce hugged Alisha close, realizing that Athena's influence on the child was still present and itwouldn't be easy to change that overnight.novelbin
"Alisha, when you just started school, they were just trying to welcome you. You can try tocommunicate more with them."
"What should I talk about? They always ask me where I used to live, why I didn't come to schoolwith my brother before, where I've been, what fun things I've done. They ask if I play anyinstruments, like the violin or piano," Alisha revealed with a hint of sadness, "They almost all playthe piano, but I can't. When I'm in piano class, I just sit there not knowing what to do."
Joyce was surprised. She had overlooked the fact that the children at this school were from wealthyfamilies and had been groomed from a young age. Starting piano lessons at the age of two,horseback riding at three, it was all normal. Take Kiki for example, at a young age she had alreadyheld an art exhibition, extraordinary.
She was about to say something when Alisha suddenly spoke again, "By the way, there's aclassmate named Kiki, she's so talented. She can play the piano, violin, and she draws the best inthe class. Mommy, I can't do anything. Am I too stupid?"
Joyce reassured Alisha, "Of course not. You haven't learned all these things before. During this timeat school, is there anything you want to learn? Mommy will find a teacher for you soon. Before youknow it, Alisha will learn. Besides, not everyone likes playing instruments. Your brother doesn't, hejust likes computers."
Thinking for a moment, Alisha said, "I want to learn the violin, I don't really like the piano."
"Sure. I'll find you a teacher next week," Joyce smiled.
"Really?" Alisha's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Why not? As long as you like it, mommy can make it happen for you," Joyce patted Alisha's softhair. She had overlooked the fact that she only wanted to quickly get along with Alisha, get her toaccept her, quickly integrate her into the crowd. She had overlooked how Alisha might feel.
"Great, now I can learn the violin!" Alisha clapped her hands, delighted, "But they said learning theviolin is difficult, at first it sounds like sawing wood, it takes a long time to make a pleasant sound.They can already play, will they make fun of me?"
"They won't. Everyone starts from not knowing to knowing. I believe you can do it," Joyceencouraged her, "Whatever you want to learn, tell me. I'll find you the best teacher. By the way,mom knows a violin prodigy named Nina. If you really like the violin in the future, I can have herteach you."
"That's fantastic," Alisha finally perked up, pointing at the fruit tray, "Mommy, eat up."
"Mmm."
Joyce picked up a blueberry and slowly savored its slightly tangy sweetness.
At that moment, Anderson walked in, "Alisha, I was wondering where you went. Turns out you ran tomommy's room."
Alisha replied, "You've been busy with your computer, not playing with me. So I went to findmommy."
Anderson noticed Joyce eating fruits, creased his tiny brows, and walked over.
Taking the fruit tray from Joyce's hand, "Mommy, you should eat fruits in moderation after childbirth.Don't eat anything too cold or hard. It can irritate your stomach, cause stomach pain to worsen, andaffect digestion."
Joyce was at a loss for words.
Before, Luther wouldn't let her go out, insisting she stay in bed.
Now, even Anderson was trying to stop her from eating fruits! This father-son duo, really.
Anderson also reprimanded Alisha, "Mommy just gave birth, not everything is suitable for her to eat.Don't give her things randomly. Always ask Grandma first, okay?"
"Okay," Alisha lowered her head, showing she knew she had made a mistake.
Anderson patted Alisha's shoulder like a big brother.
"It's okay. You didn't bring a lot of fruit, so it's fine in moderation. Because mommy lost blood aftergiving birth, nutrients come out too, she needs all kinds of nutrition."
"Anderson!" Joyce finally couldn't take it, "Where do you get these ideas? Don't believe all theonline nonsense. Why so much fuss? How can you be like an old man at your age? These are allold ideologies! Should I stay home for a month like your dad thinks I should?"
Anderson objected, "How is this an old ideology? The old thinking is to wait a week before allowingfruits. I'm just saying in moderation. And Dad is not wrong, mommy, you shouldn't go out for amonth not because you can't, but because if you go out, you won't just go out for some fresh air.You'll definitely be busy here and there, not resting properly. Instead of that, it's better to have youstay at home. Mommy has had two younger brothers, she's been through a lot, she needs to takecare of herself well. Dad and I will both look after you."
Joyce was speechless, this kid, really.