The little one was about three or four years old. Dressed very fashionably, he was as cute as a doll. As he looked up at me with his big eyes, I could feel my heart melting.

However, "auntie"... I can't just accept that title.

I was a bit confused. I patted his little head and asked, "Sweetie, what did you just call me?"

"Auntie! my name is Michael, but you can call me Mikey!"

The little cutie pie introduced himself with his childish voice. He seemed quite ...