After breakfast, the man put on his coat, grabbed his keys and briefcase, and left for work. Ms. Susan started to clean up the dining table. “Madam, since Sir has already left, you’d better go too. It’s getting late.” Although Jessica was mute, Winson, her son, was able to talk because Ms. Susan, Blake, and the early education computer taught him to. Because she could not even teach her son the most basic things, she had to do her best to demonstrate her love. From washing him up to preparing his breakfast and dinner, and buying his clothes and shoes plus baby products, she did them all by herself. The doorbell rang. Whenever he heard the pleasant chime of the bell music, Winson would wave his little toy car in the air. When Ms. Susan turned around to Jessica, she noticed her clear black eyes turn a little gloomy. Even her smile somewhat froze. Ms. Susan stopped tidying the table and sighed as she wiped her hands and went to answer the door. “Ms. Jackson, you are early.” Ms
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