"rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors," I heard my son said inside his room. He's playing again all by himself. Im just standing outside his room, listening to him.
"Aaah!!! You won again!! I want a rematch!! Rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors," he exclaimed..
I got puzzled on what he said. Who won again? He was just playing all by himself isn't he?
"Let me win!!! Im starting to hate this game! I won't give up. Rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors," he said once more. My heart pump so fast. I have a bad feeling about this.
I immediately open the door of his room.
"Paper!!" I heard him said. He looked towards my direction and was surprised at my presence.
I saw him in front of the mirror, his hand was wide open, while his reflection's hand was in scissor shape. They are both looking at me.