MR BILLIONAIRES HIDDEN CHILDREN

"Alvise! Sarah!" I call them. I'm just going to work, I went to my sales lady.

I sat in our wooden chair. "Mom!" My son Alvise, my six -year -old son, hugged me immediately.

My daughter Sarah slapped me on the cheek, she was only six years old. They are twins.

Sarah just came out first.

"I have something for you," I said. They smiled. It is likely that they will love it.

"What is it?"

I took the plastic bag I was carrying earlier.

"Donuts!" They said at the same time. They also love it too, so almost every day I meet it every time I get to work.

While they were eating, I had never noticed the cleanliness of the surroundings. No toys were spread, no clothes were scattered, and most of all there was no toys again.

Alvise is often as messy in her toy and Sarah is so scattered in clothes.

"I'm cleaning, Mom." Sarah says smiling.

Alvise's forehead knelt. "What are you, I can clean your clutter!"

"You are the mess! Everywhere you lay your car toys, thank you and I threw it all away for nothing-"

"You threw it away?! Mom, oh!" Alvise said.

I smile. I'm used to both of them, they both don't beat each other. I always leave them here at home and just leave food.

I smiled at Alvise. "I'll just buy you,"

She nodded. "But Papa Stevan gave it, eh!"

"We're not her daddy!" Sarah said.

I sighed. "That's right," I told them.

They immediately stopped, though Sarah was still murmuring.

Stevan is your owner of this house where we rent. He even wanted me to go to a big company but I refused.

From the beginning he was very kind. The size of my gratitude to him.

He was always there whenever I needed help. But why?

Why is he helping me?

Why is he so kind to me? To us?

I am afraid that someday there will be a replacement for it ...