Clutching the orphanage's adoption certificate, I bent down to sign Marci's name when my mother-in-law grabbed my arm tightly.
"You think you can just send away a child you've raised for five years? Chrystal, what are you up to?"
"Jimmy just left and you're already in such a hurry to get rid of him and remarry?"
My father-in-law also scolded with a stern face, "Nonsense!”
“Even though Marci isn't your biological son, he's still a part of the Watts Family. If you dare touch him, you’ll see what happens."
Marci and his grandfather exchanged a glance and Marci immediately grabbed the sofa armrest and wailed, "I won't leave! This is my home, why should I leave?”
“Mommy, I hate you! I better live with grandpa and grandma."
He kicked his legs and hid behind his grandmother, crying so hard he could barely breathe.
If I had seen Marci like this before, I would have been at a loss.
I would have hugged Marci and explained over and over again.
I would have knelt down and gently coaxed Marci, "It's all my fault."
But that time, seeing this child in front of me, I just felt so noisy and annoyed.