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"Why do you keep calling me Mama?"

Irish stared at the sculpture as she waited for it to answer.

With its head tilted, the sculpture said, "Because Mama is Mama,"

It pointed at Nathan and added, "And Papa is Papa."

Listening to the sculpture\'s voice, Irish turned red.

Nathan also felt a little embarrassed for some reason.

He coughed and immediately asked, "Ehem, am I your Papa because I made you?"

The sculpture smiled widely as it nods its head,

"Oum! I know Papa made me, I saw it after all!"

Nathan nodded in understanding, then, he pointed his finger at Irish this time and asked, "Then, why are you calling her Mama?"

When it heard that question, the sculpture did not answer immediately and seems to be thinking about it seriously.

A few seconds later, it said, "Mama is Mama because… she gives me happiness!"

"Mama always tells me stories and gives me happiness!"

Hearing that, Nathan muttered, "Just like I thought."

Nathan actually already guessed that this is the answer.

Because technically, Irish is the one that gave life to this sculpture.

Her emotions that were absorbed have let it become alive.

While Nathan was the one who made the \'body\' of it, and Irish is the one who gave it \'soul\'!

Thinking of this, Nathan can\'t help but be amazed at the existence of this sculpture.

Although it was his creation, he still can\'t help but wonder how all this is possible.

Meanwhile, Irish beside him don\'t seem to care about any of this.

Her eyes were fixed at the sculpture the whole time and seemed to be thinking of something.

Finally, she got close to the sculpture and said, "Since you\'re now alive, shouldn\'t we give you a name?"

Her words immediately lit the eyes of the sculpture.

"A name!? Yes, yes, please give me a name!"

It jumped in excitement while looking at Irish with expectant eyes.

Seeing her like that, a smile crept up Irish lips.

Turning to look at Nathan, she said, "Nathan, what do you think we should name her?"

Her voice snapped Nathan out of his own world.

"Oh, uh… I\'m not really good with naming, so do you have any suggestions?"

Nathan embarrassedly scratch his head, admitting his lack of naming sense.

Irish let out a soft laugh before turning her eyes back to the sculpture.

With her bright, thoughtful eyes, she looked carefully at the sculpture and said, "How about Melody?"

"Melody? Does it have any meaning?"

"Well, a good melody can make us feel certain emotions in us when we listen to them. It\'s just my hope that she will be able to produce such melodies and let people feel her happiness." Irish said,

Nathan nodded his head, "Hmm, that is indeed a good name."

"That\'s it, let\'s name her that!" He said.

The smile on Irish\'s face seems to turn brighter after hearing Nathan\'s agreement.

Actually, beside the reason she just said, Irish have something that she did not tell.

Melody is the name that she wanted to name her daughter in the future!

Meaning, Irish is really treating the sculpture, or now Melody, as her own daughter!

Looking at Melody with gentle eyes, she said, "You heard what your Papa said? Your name is Melody now!"

"Melody… Melody…"

Melody muttered her name a few times before suddenly looking at Irish and Nathan, saying,

"Hello Mama, Hello Papa, my name is Melody!" She said proudly.

Just as she said that, her body suddenly started glowing with yellow light.

It was too bright which made Nathan Irish involuntarily close their eyes.

After a few seconds, the light died down.

Slowly opening their eyes, the two immediately looked at the source of the bright light, which was Melody, and they were immediately stunned.

Because, in the place where Melody was standing earlier, someone else is standing and looking at the two of them.

A girl of around 4 to 6 years of age is standing there, wearing a purple dress for kids.

She has purple wavy hair that is tied from the back and purple eyes that look like a precious gem.

With those eyes, she stared at them without saying anything.

Silence pervaded the room as they just continued staring at each other.

After a while, the child opened her mouth and broke the silence.

"Mama, Papa, why are you looking at me like that?"

The kid asked as she tilted her head to the side in a cute manner.

Hearing that, Nathan and Irish snapped out of their stupor.

With an unsure expression, Irish asked the child, "Melody? You\'re Melody, right?"

"Hmm? Yes, Mama! Melody is Melody!" The kid cheerfully replied.

Irish slowly approached Melody and reached out her hand to touch her.

Feeling a soft, smooth, and supple skin of Melody, Irish was surprised once again!

Almost whispering, she said in amazement, "How could this be… It\'s not the hard texture of wood anymore but that of real skin!"

Hearing that, Nathan also touched Melody.

"You\'re right. It seems like she absorbed enough emotions to produce an amazing change again." He said,

While saying so, Nathan was touching Melody\'s face, squeezing her soft cheeks a little.

"Awawawa, Papa, that hurts~!"

As if unable to endure it anymore, Melody pouted her lips and complained.

"Ah, sorry, sorry. It\'s just so soft that I almost got addicted to it." Said Nathan as he hurriedly took back his hand.

Melody massaged her cheeks that had turned a little red from Nathan\'s squeezing.

Irish laughed a little as she watched all this transpire.

She thought, \'Is this what having my own family feels like?\'

But she immediately shook her head and erased that thought.

\'How could I think of that, Nathan isn\'t even my boyfriend…\'

Her mood can\'t help but go down as she thought of that.

Coincidentally, Nathan turned his head in her direction and saw that she seemed down.

With a worried voice, he asked, "Irish, is there a problem?"

Melody looked at her as well, she asked,

"Mama, why are you sad?"