Finally, I followed them into a shopping mall.
4
I put on the mask and let my usually tied-up hair down.
Without much effort, I saw them in the gold shop on the first floor.
The woman sat on the chair, focusing on a piece of gold jewelry, while my dad stood beside her, looking wealthy.
I recorded everything.
Not long after, my dad readily used his card to pay.
I saw the woman receive the bag from the salesperson with a sweet smile. Then she took my dad's hand and acted like a spoiled child.
"Henry's done, now it's my turn."
"Sure, pick whatever you like, and I will pay."
My dad affectionately wrapped his arm around her waist and went upstairs.
Henry?
I recalled this morning the woman called the child in the stroller "Henry".
After they left, I rushed to the counter.
"The things those two just picked are pretty nice, can I have a look?" "Well, they are here to pick up a custom-made gold medal for their child's first birthday, weighing 30 grams. Which model would you like to order, please?"
The staff handed over a picture book.
Thirty grams of gold cost more than 2,000 dollars.
Usually, my dad wouldn't even buy a bouquet for my mom's birthday. I didn't expect him to be so generous to this woman.