Melinda no longer wished to talk about Sophia with Lilin. “Let’s leave it at that, Lilin. Now go spend


    some time with Benjamin.”


    Lilin shrugged and turned her head to look at Benjamin. He was busy ying with his toys on the other


    end of the sofa. “Benjamin’s changed a little, Mom.”


    Melinda nced at ‘Benjamin’ curiously and asked, “How so?”


    Lilin tilted her head and said with frustration, “He used to be very quiet. He never talks, and he never


    smiles a lot either. He was a bit distant with me when we met today, but he became talkativeter on.”


    Melinda felt that her daughter might have been overthinking things.” Children are like that. They tend to


    open up once they get used to their surroundings.


    Don’t read too much into it.”


    Lilin, however, was convinced that things were not as simple as they seemed. “I just can’t help but feel


    that Benjamin looks like someone I know, someone I’ve met before.” “And who might that be?” Melinda


    asked.


    “I don’t remember,” Lilin answered with a frown. “He just looks really familiar to me.”


    Melinda patted her daughter’s head and teased, “You’ve just watched too much TV. All those


    unexined things you see from those shows aren’t real, you know! Don’t dwell on it. We’ll have a nice


    family dinnerter tonight, so in the meantime, you can y with Benjamin and keep himpany.”


    “Okay,” Lilin answered as she walked toward Benjamin. ‘Family dinner? As if I’ll ever see Sophia as


    part of my family.’ When Lilin came to ‘Benjamin’, he asked for her assistance with the toy. He had


    struggled with it for a while because he could not attach the arm. ” Could you help me with this, Aunt


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    Lilin regained her focus. She looked at the toy that ‘Benjamin’ handed to her, then at ‘Benjamin’


    himself. She then took the parts and assembled them swiftly.


    It was not a difficult task, but ‘Benjamin’ simplycked the strength to attach the arm into ce.


    ‘Benjamin’-or rather, Bryan-was delighted to see the fully assembled robot. It did not interest Lilin much


    thought, so she stretched her waist before saying, “Be a good boy and y here on your own. I have


    homework to do.” “You have homework, too?” asked the confused Bryan.


    “Yeah, of course,” Lilin answered. “The teachers at my school have lots of homework for US.”


    Bryan seemed to sympathize with her, so he carried his toy and went with her.


    “I’ll keep youpany!”


    Lilin frowned. “Okay. But you’re not allowed to distract me.” “I won’t,” Bryan promised.


    Once they entered Lilin’s room, sheid her homework out on the table. She identally dropped a


    few paintings, but Bryan was quick to pick them up for her.


    Bryan admired the beautiful scenery in the paintings and asked, “Did you paint these?” “Yeah,” Lilin


    nodded as she collected her paintings and put them away.”


    They’re my art homework.”


    Curious, Bryan asked, “Was this all from your imagination, or do these ces really exist?”


    Lilin answered, “They exist. I painted them during a field trip with my art teacher.


    The actual location is even more beautiful than the paintings.” 1 Bryan felt a tinge of envy when he


    realized he had never gone on faraway trips before.