You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1978: Old Ideology

After hanging up the phone, it didn't take long before Alisha crunning in, holding a fruit tray with a variety of fruits cut into

small pieces.

"Mommy, here's sfor you to eat."

"Alisha, you're so sweet," Joyce sat on the bed, pulling Alisha close, "I took two days off, | have to go back to school tomorrow. Do

you like going to school? How are you getting along with the other kids?"

Alisha nodded, "I like it, they're all very nice to me. But..."

"But what?" Joyce gently tucked Alisha's bangs behind her ear.

"They're too friendly, it makesfeel uncomfortable," Alisha pouted, "They always talk toand sometimes it's a bit loud, | don't

know what to say."

Joyce paused, realizing that Alisha had been mostly isolated since birth by Athena. She had limited interaction with people, let

alone other children. She could sense that Alisha was somewhat introverted. She was closest to Luther, followed by Anderson and

Cecelia, and gradually bonding with her. But overall, Alisha was shy and hesitant to talk to strangers. Most importantly, she often

felt like Alisha's warmth was superficial, unable to reach her inner self.

Joyce hugged Alisha close, realizing that Athena's influence on the child was still present and it wouldn't be easy to change that

overnight.

"Alisha, when you just started school, they were just trying to welcyou. You can try to communicate more with them."

"What should | talk about? They always askwhere | used to live, why | didn't cto school with my brother before, where I've

been, what fun things I've done. They ask if | play any instruments, like the violin or piano," Alisha revealed with a hint of sadness,

"They almost all play the piano, but | can't. When I'm in piano class, | just sit there not knowing what to do."

Joyce was surprised. She had overlooked the fact that the children at this school were from wealthy families and had been

groomed from a young age. Starting piano lessons at the age of two, horseback riding at three, it was all normal. Take Kiki for

example, at a young age she had already held an art exhibition, extraordinary.

She was about to say something when Alisha suddenly spoke again, "By the way, there's a classmate named Kiki, she's so

talented. She can play the piano, violin, and she draws the best in the class. Mommy, | can't do anything. Am | too stupid?"

Joyce reassured Alisha, "Of course not. You haven't learned all these things before. During this tat school, is there anything you

want to learn? Mommy will find a teacher for you soon. Before you know it, Alisha will learn. Besides, not everyone likes playing

instruments. Your brother doesn't, he just likes computers."

Thinking for a moment, Alisha said, "lI want to learn the violin, | don't really like the piano."

"Sure. I'll find you a teacher next week," Joyce smiled.

"Really?" Alisha's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Why not? As long as you like it, mommy can make it happen for you," Joyce patted Alisha's soft hair. She had overlooked the fact

that she only wanted to quickly get along with Alisha, get her to accept her, quickly integrate her into the crowd. She had

overlooked how Alisha might feel.

"Great, now | can learn the violin!" Alisha clapped her hands, delighted, "But they said learning the violin is difficult, at first it

sounds like sawing wood, it takes a long tto make a pleasant sound. They can already play, will they make fun of me?"

"They won't. Everyone starts from not knowing to knowing. | believe you can do it," Joyce encouraged her, "Whatever you want to

learn, tell me. I'll find you the best teacher. By the way, mom knows a violin prodigy named Nina. If you really like the violin in the

future, | can have her teach you."

"That's fantastic," Alisha finally perked up, pointing at the fruit tray, "Mommy, eat up."

"Mmm."

Joyce picked up a blueberry and slowly savored its slightly tangy sweetness.

At that moment, Anderson walked in, "Alisha, | was wondering where you went. Turns out you ran to mommy's room."

Alisha replied, "You've been busy with your computer, not playing with me. So | went to find mommy."

Anderson noticed Joyce eating fruits, creased his tiny brows, and walked over.

i i s = uld eat fruits in moderation after childbirth. Don't eat anything too cold or

worsen, and affect digestion."

in bed.

ruits! This father-son duo, really.

rth, not everything is suitable for her to eat. Don't give her things

had made a mistake.

eration. Because mommy lost blood after giving birth, nutrients cout

get these ideas? Don't believe all the online nonsense. Why so much fuss?

Il old ideologies! Should | stay hfor a month like your dad thinks |

thinking is to wait a week before allowing fruits. I'm just saying in

't go out for a month not because you can't, but because if you go out,

e busy here and there, not resting properly. Instead of that, it's better to

others, she's been through a lot, she needs to take care of herself well.

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