Call me Mum

Elodie’s P.O.V

Taking a final look at the huge gymnastics center, I crouched before Sage, cupping his face. “Here we are Sage, promise me that you will be a good boy and not cause trouble. You would listen to your coach and do as she says if you want to participate in the forthcoming children’s competition”

Sage responded. “I have always been a good boy”

“I know……I am just saying this as your mum. You have always wanted to participate in the competition and this is the chance for you to seize your dreams”

Sage nodded. “Alright, I would do as you…..” Sage had almost completed his words when the sound of stilettos against the hard-marbled floor echoed through the entire place.

A scoff filled the air and darting my eyes to whoever it was, my eyes met with that of Susan who had a lopsided smile.

Straightening, I urged Sage to go inside while Susan placed her hands on the shoulder of the little girl whom I deciphered to be her daughter.

Susan laughed. “I find this funny, Elodie , because