"Aunt, no don’t like Estie. Please no."

Little Estie clutched Rosalie's clothes pleadingly and wanted to come right into Rosalie's arms.

Rosalie turned around, squatted down, let the little one get into her arms, and sighed helplessly. "I don’t dislike you."

Little Estie's voice was muffled. "But Aunt want Estie go away."

Rosalie felt the cry in Estie’s voice. She pulled the little one out of her embrace and wiped her tears away gently.

Estie stubbornly pouted and looked at her without blin