Hans was a truly obedient and sensible child. He didn’t fuss or make a fuss, and he wasn't demanding. Listening to Yvonne read him stories, he quickly drifted off to sleep.
Once she saw he was asleep, Yvonne gently tucked him in and tiptoed out of the room.
Sandra didn’t return until the next morning.
She arrived just as Hans was waking up, helped him get washed and dressed, and then took him down to the buffet restaurant for breakfast.
Hans’s family was not well-off, and his daily life was very simple. He had never seen so many exquisite and delicious foods before, and his eyes lit up.
Sandra got him a slice of chocolate cake and a bowl of seafood porridge.
Yvonne joined them at the table.
“You don’t have any scenes this morning?” Sandra asked, getting some vegetables and fruit for Yvonne.
To stay camera-ready, Yvonne had to watch her diet.
As she peeled an orange, she playfully teased Hans. “Hans, is your Auntie Sandra nice?”
“Yes,” Hans nodded earnestly.
“Then would you like Sandra to be your mom? If she were your mom, you could eat all this delicious food every day. How about it?”
Hans, with a piece of chocolate cake still in his mouth, shook his little head vigorously.
“Hans has his own mommy,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the cake, but his expression was very serious.
“Alright, stop teasing him. A mother is irreplaceable in a child’s heart,” Sandra said, handing Hans a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice in case he choked on the cake.
Yvonne smiled and ruffled Hans’s hair. “Good boy. You can’t be bought.”
After breakfast, Sandra took Hans and left. She was keeping her promise to take him to The Grand Carousel.
Yvonne headed to the set for makeup.


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