Aura For Aura

The Confrontation

 Dave’s POV

Dave is a tall, introverted young child with striking green eyes and well-groomed hair.

"You are a dirty brat. Don’t touch me. Who do you think is your dad, Dave?" Jack scorned forcefully.

Dave drew back, tears welling up. "I am not dirty, Dad. I just came out of the washroom a little while ago," he said, trying to approach him again.

"Didn't you hear me? Can't you listen? I said don’t lay your filthy hands on me again, you obese jerk. Do you know how much these clothes cost?" Jack retorted.

"Dad, they are just some random clothes. You can even touch mine, please." Dave's eyes filled with tears.

"Run along. Head to your room or the bathroom and get washed up again. I have important work to do," Jack said irritably.

"Don't you like me? Why are you avoiding me?" Dave asked.

Jack ignored him and headed into the family library.

Tears rolled down Dave's face as he returned to his room. Dave is a toy enthusiast; his room is painted blue, his favorite color, with everything from his wardrobe to his bedsheets, clothes, and even his toothbrush adorned in blue. This is where he feels at home, apart from being with his nanny, Mrs. Adams.

Mrs. Adams has been like a mother to him since birth. His biological mother is often away for work, tours, and what she refers to as self-discovery and her "soft woman era."

Footsteps approached...

"Dave, Dave?" a voice called out.

He recognized the voice. It must be Mrs. Adams.

"Nanny, I’m here," he answered.

Seeing her, he clutched onto her, burying his face in her shoulders, and sobbed.

"It’s alright, my little one. The world is cruel to everyone, but remember, you will always be my big baby. It’s okay, do not cry," she said, trying to blink away her own tears.

"Why does everyone hate me, especially Dad? He calls me a brat and dirt. I just finished washing up with hand sanitizer before going to greet him. Nanny, look, am I dirty?" he asked.

"No, you are not. If you were, would I be touching you? You are my perfect child, my perfect gentleman. Keep that in mind at all times. You have the cutest smile ever," Mrs. Adams reassured him.

"Will Dad ever treat me well? Maybe he doesn't like me now, but I will keep washing up and being clean to please him," Dave said.

"You don't have to please anyone, my little prince charming," she reassured him. "Dry your tears, and let’s go have some breakfast downstairs. I made your favorite meal: an omelet, chicken wings, and a glass of warm milk." She took him by the hand and led him to the dining table.

Breakfast was served, and they ate together until they were full.

"You love your meal, right?" Mrs. Adams asked.

"Yes, I did," he responded, nodding firmly.

"Now go to your room. I will join you shortly," Mrs. Adams added.

Mrs. Adams washed the dining table and plates, then decided to have a word with Jack, Dave’s stepfather.

#### Mrs. Adams' POV