After the assistant left, the little girl became even more timid.
I'm not good with children, so I told her, "If you want to eat something, help yourself."
Seeing that I spoke to her first, Pomelo became a bit braver, and in a soft, sweet voice, asked me, "Should I start calling you 'Mom' now?"
Hearing her question, I froze slightly, instinctively recalling what happened back then.
A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me. "Yes."
Pomelo then asked, "Mom, where's Dad?"
I replied indifferently, "There is no Dad."
This reality show was meant to feature families, but I never told Martin White about it.
In the other three families, all had a father figure.
The little girl sat on the couch with her head down, saying nothing.
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The reality show I'm participating in is a live broadcast, with no editing, so what the audience sees is entirely real.
I didn't want the audience to think I was neglecting the child or to stir up any rumors about our relationship.
I handed a bottle of milk to Pomelo, "Would you like some milk?"
Pomelo nodded, her small hands taking the bottle, "Yes, I would."