Mavis and Callum joined the next activity—the egg-and-spoon race.
Contestants would work in pairs, where the parent would be blindfolded and balance an egg on the spoon with one hand behind their back, while their child would guide them down the course.
The family that finished in the shortest time would win.
With her face mostly covered by a mask, hat, and now a blindfold, Mavis looked almost entirely hidden, which made Callum giggle non-stop.
One of the nearby parents asked, "Aren't you hot with that mask and hat on in this summer heat?"
Mavis responded calmly, "I had an allergic reaction a few days ago, and my face broke out in red spots. I didn't want to scare the kids, so I covered up."
This explanation was met with understanding nods, and the parents did not ask any more questions.
When the principal blew the whistle, all the children from the eight participating family teams yelled and guided their parents to the finish line.
Mavis' calm nature and trust in Callum easily allowed them to win the game.
Mavis was thrilled, gently pinching Callum's cheek.
"Callum, you were amazing! You're my little star."
Callum blushed, a shy smile spreading across his face when he heard Mavis' praise.
He mumbled bashfully, "I'm not that amazing… I'm pretty slow at learning. Daddy got mad at me a lot for it."
"You're not, Callum," Mavis said, her tone growing serious. "Does he get mad at you often?"
Callum pouted and nodded. "Daddy never praises me. It feels like… it feels like he doesn't like me. But I guess I'm just not smart enough. There's always something he's not happy with. I'm not good at piano, and I make many math mistakes."
Mavis' heart ached as she gently rubbed his little ear. She looked him in the eye and said, "Callum, you're only five years old, and you're already doing math problems. That makes you a little genius in my eyes."
"Really?" Callum asked, still doubting himself.
"Of course! Look around at the other kids here. How many of them can do math problems like you? It's only you, Callum. If you're silly, then every kid in the world is silly too!"
She leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "And that would mean I was a little silly too when I was your age."
Callum giggled at that last part, his fingers twisting around the hem of his shirt, but he did not say anything.
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The readers' comments on the novel: Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)
The novel is too abusive it spoils the joy of reading it. I hate the punishment part between sheena and Eliot....