Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1978: Old Ideology

Chapter 1978: Old Ideology

After hanging up the phone, it didn't take long before Alisha came running in, holding a fruit tray with a variety of fruits cut into small pieces.

"Mommy, here's some for you to eat."

"Alisha, you're so sweet," Joyce sat on the bed, pulling Alisha close, "I took two days off, I have to go back to school tomorrow. Do you like going to school? How are you getting along with the other kids?"

Alisha nodded, "I like it, they're all very nice to me. But..."

"But what?" Joyce gently tucked Alisha's bangs behind her ear.

"They're too friendly, it makes me feel uncomfortable," Alisha pouted, "They always talk to me and sometimes it's a bit loud, I don't know what to say."

Joyce paused, realizing that Alisha had been mostly isolated since birth by Athena. She had limited interaction with people, let alone other children. She could sense that Alisha was somewhat introverted. She was closest to Luther, followed by Anderson and Cecelia, and gradually bonding with her. But overall, Alisha was shy and hesitant to talk to strangers. Most importantly, she often felt like Alisha's warmth was superficial, unable to reach her inner self.

Joyce hugged Alisha close, realizing that Athena's influence on the child was still present and it wouldn't be easy to change that overnight.

"Alisha, when you just started school, they were just trying to welcome you. You can try to communicate more with them."

"What should I talk about? They always ask me where I used to live, why I didn't come to school with my brother before, where I've been, what fun things I've done. They ask if I play any instruments, like the violin or piano," Alisha revealed with a hint of sadness, "They almost all play the piano, but I can't. When I'm in piano class, I just sit there not knowing what to do."

Joyce was surprised. She had overlooked the fact that the children at this school were from wealthy families and had been groomed from a young age. Starting piano lessons at the age of two, horseback riding at three, it was all normal. Take Kiki for example, at a young age she had already held an art exhibition, extraordinary.

She was about to say something when Alisha suddenly spoke again, "By the way, there's a classmate named Kiki, she's so talented. She can play the piano, violin, and she draws the best in the class. Mommy, I can't do anything. Am I too stupid?"

Joyce reassured Alisha, "Of course not. You haven't learned all these things before. During this time at school, is there anything you want to learn? Mommy will find a teacher for you soon. Before you know it, Alisha will learn. Besides, not everyone likes playing instruments. Your brother doesn't, he just likes computers."

Thinking for a moment, Alisha said, "I want to learn the violin, I don't really like the piano."

"Sure. I'll find you a teacher next week," Joyce smiled.

"Really?" Alisha's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Why not? As long as you like it, mommy can make it happen for you," Joyce patted Alisha's soft hair. She had overlooked the fact that she only wanted to quickly get along with Alisha, get her to accept her, quickly integrate her into the crowd. She had overlooked how Alisha might feel.

"Great, now I can learn the violin!" Alisha clapped her hands, delighted, "But they said learning the violin is difficult, at first it sounds like sawing wood, it takes a long time to make a pleasant sound. They can already play, will they make fun of me?"

"They won't. Everyone starts from not knowing to knowing. I believe you can do it," Joyce encouraged her, "Whatever you want to learn, tell me. I'll find you the best teacher. By the way, mom knows a violin prodigy named Nina. If you really like the violin in the future, I can have her teach you."

"That's fantastic," Alisha finally perked up, pointing at the fruit tray, "Mommy, eat up."

"Mmm."

Joyce picked up a blueberry and slowly savored its slightly tangy sweetness.

At that moment, Anderson walked in, "Alisha, I was wondering where you went. Turns out you ran to mommy's room."

Alisha replied, "You've been busy with your computer, not playing with me. So I went to find mommy."

Anderson noticed Joyce eating fruits, creased his tiny brows, and walked over.

Taking the fruit tray from Joyce's hand, "Mommy, you should eat fruits in moderation after childbirth. Don't eat anything too cold or hard. It can irritate your stomach, cause stomach pain to worsen, and affect digestion."

Joyce was at a loss for words.

Before, Luther wouldn't let her go out, insisting she stay in bed.

Now, even Anderson was trying to stop her from eating fruits! This father-son duo, really.

Anderson also reprimanded Alisha, "Mommy just gave birth, not everything is suitable for her to eat. Don't give her things randomly. Always ask Grandma first, okay?" All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"Okay," Alisha lowered her head, showing she knew she had made a mistake.

Anderson patted Alisha's shoulder like a big brother.

"It's okay. You didn't bring a lot of fruit, so it's fine in moderation. Because mommy lost blood after giving birth, nutrients come out too, she needs all kinds of nutrition."

"Anderson!" Joyce finally couldn't take it, "Where do you get these ideas? Don't believe all the online nonsense. Why so much fuss? How can you be like an old man at your age? These are all old ideologies! Should I stay home for a month like your dad thinks I should?"

Anderson objected, "How is this an old ideology? The old thinking is to wait a week before allowing fruits. I'm just saying in moderation. And Dad is not wrong, mommy, you shouldn't go out for a month not because you can't, but because if you go out, you won't just go out for some fresh air. You'll definitely be busy here and there, not resting properly. Instead of that, it's better to have you stay at home. Mommy has had two younger brothers, she's been through a lot, she needs to take care of herself well. Dad and I will both look after you."

Joyce was speechless, this kid, really.