Meeting Again - 45 Wolf in sheep clothing

Twen’s POV

I was in kindergarten when I first realised that my mommy was not like other mommies. He was a man not a woman. I never thought much of it until some of my friends told me that they don’t want to play with me because their mommy’s have asked them to. I was very upset. I didn’t know what I did wrong but when I told my mommy about it, he looked so sad. He held me in his arms and said sorry to me so many times. I don’t know why. Why was mommy sorry? I know mommy never speak bad words about other mommies but they speak so many bad words about him all the time still it was my mommy who was always saying sorry.

When I was in first grade, I asked mommy why was he not same as other mommies. He kissed my forehead and told me that he wished to be like other mommies just so that I don’t have to go through any problems. I don’t know what he means. What problems? Did I do something wrong? Am I a bad kid?

But it was in the second grade when I heard something strange. A girl in my class told me my mommy was Omega and he was dirty because he was a man. I don’t get it at all. Why was mommy dirty just because he is a man? I am a boy too and there are so many boys in the class, are all of them dirty?

Today, in the class, a boy of another class came and threw a banana on my head in the break time. I and he fought over it. We hit each other and both got hurt. I was stronger than him so he lost but then, he got very angry at me and started saying bad things about mommy. Telling me that I was a dirty kid because my mommy was a man. He said man doesn’t give birth but my mommy can because he is an Omega. Is it really true? I don’t know!! Whether my mommy is a man or an Omega, I don’t care. If mommy was not able to give birth then wouldn’t I have never been born? They are all so mean. Mommy told me to never speak bad of others but so many boys and girls around me only say bad things about my mommy even though I have never said bad words about their mommies.

I got so many marks on my cheek, hands and legs. Mommy would definitely be angry. He doesn’t like me getting hurt. I hope mommy doesn’t get too upset. I was standing outside the school gate and waiting for Uncle Sam to pick me. It was already late. Will he not come? Mommy told me to wait inside the school if Uncle Sam was late, so I went to the guard uncle and told him,

“Guard uncle, can I seat inside the school. Uncle Sam has still not come”

“Sure sure. Come with me”

Guard uncle said that and held my hand. He took me to the bench near the school garden and asked me to wait there. It was so boring to wait. I looked around and saw school ground. It was looking so good with all the grasses cut of. It made me want to practice running. I love running a lot. It was so much fun.

Mommy was so happy on the sport’s day. He took so many photos of mine and cheered me so loudly. No mommy did that, it was only my mommy. He is the best! He put all the photos of my winning medal in the album. I hate it that mommy only keeps my photo. He never keeps his. He says that the album is my childhood memory collection. What is that mean? It is so hard say.

“Kiddo, your guardian has come. Quickly come here” the guard uncle called me after sometime.

Finally, Uncle Sam is here!! I got down from the bench and ran to the gate. But I couldn’t see Uncle Sam. Where did he go? I looked at guard uncle,

“Guard Uncle, where is Uncle Sam?”

“I am picking you up today”

I looked to see an old tall man talking. I didn’t know this man. He was wearing such a fancy dress and there was such big car behind him. Mommy told me not to talk to strangers. So, I told the old uncle who came,

“I don’t know you. Mommy told me not to go with strangers”

“I am not a stranger little one” the old man said smiling at me widely

He had such scary eyes. He was staring at me . I was feeling scared of him. He came closer to me and patted my head. I moved his hand away and stepped back.

“Who are you, Uncle? You said you are not a stranger but I have never met you!”

“True, you haven’t. Even, this is also my first time meeting you, little Twen. I am your grandfather”

I looked at the old uncle angrily. He was lying. My mommy told me that his mommy daddy don’t live in this city. He was thinking I don’t know anything. He is a bad man.

“You are lying. My mom’s daddy don’t stay in here”

The old man laughed. He looked at me again with those scary eyes. He smiled at me so strangely and said

“Who said I am your Mommy’s dad? I am your dad’s dad!”