"Tilda, are you sad? What's wrong?"

His innocent eyes were as shiny as the stars in the night sky.

Tilda managed to hold back all the emotions in her heart and regained her composure. Touching his head softly, she answered, "No."

“Stop lying to me, Tilda. You look unhappy."

A few seconds later, he continued, "Is it because I decided to let Lyndon be my father all by myself?"

Tilda's heart couldn't help but flutter on hearing that. "You really like him, don't you?"

However, he gave her quite a confusing response. He nodded his head at first, after which he shook it.

“I don't understand what you mean. Why did you nod and shake your head at the same time?"

“I really like him, Tilda. But if you're unhappy with it, I won't Like him."

Sheldon was just a child, yet he sounded so concerned about her.

Tilda could feel her heart soften after he finished his words.

She immediately stretched to him and gave him a hug.

As if that gesture of concern wasn't enough, he raised his arm and gently patted her on the back. "Don't be upset, okay?"

Tilda closed her eyes, in efforts to keep tears away. She kissed his forehead with so much affection.

"Don't worry, okay? With you, how could I ever be upset?"

Sheldon flashed a smile.

Tilda felt her heart warm up. She glanced at her watch and lifted him up.

"It's nap time for you."

He hugged her neck and asked, “Tilda, will you nap with me?"

"Sure, I'll stay with you."