"Mom, who's the best person you had in the world?" Rose asked me when I finished reading her a bedtime story.
I sighed. Hugo has just fell asleep. He won't be bothered by any made-up story. But Rose is older, thus smarter. She won't accept any made-up story. She wants truth in her simple question.
"Is it Dad?" Rose asked again. When I saw Rose, I only saw innocence, pure curiousity. When she asked a question, she wants the answer. Not a methaporical story.
"It's Draco Malfoy." I finally said.
"Scorpio's father!" She shook her head in disbelief.. "How can it be!"
"For calling me Mudblood." Rose blinked, certainly being confused. I smiled to her. "Because he told me what I should be, but I kept staying what I am now."
"I don't understand." She said.
"You will, someday." I kissed her forehead. "Sleep well, honey."
I know she will.