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!