67 Fever Dream

"Adamm…Adam…drool…" Siliana cozied herself on my lap.

As the candle flickered and the greenish light permeated the surroundings, Rosalind and I engaged in a tough convo.

And I couldn't focus on Siliana anymore since the new set of options were absolute gas.

[I'm sorry, I didn't know that, step mom]

[I'm sorry, I didn't know that, aunty]

[I'm sorry, I didn't know that, baby]

You know what? These options are whack and completely senseless.

So I'm just going to choose to say step mom because that's the first option and seems most factually correct.

If I lose, I lose.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that, step mom." I looked at her sadly.

"It's alright, nephew. I don't care about it anymore. It's all in the past." Rosalind smoked her cigarette and waved her hand at me.

…right… she doesn't care, huh?

[But step mom, I feel sad now…]

[Step mom, why do you call me nephew?]