"How long has it been? Three years?" Estelle inquired in a soft but motherly tone in her voice which held the most of her strength as she tried to be comforting towards the boy who was like her own son. She knew she had failed to be a good mother, but her love existed even if she could not express it the right way, especially when it came to her own daughter, Aelia.
A chuckle left her lips that were smiling as she spoke while walking her way through her garden with a tray holding a plate of biscuits alongside a cup of tea for Luan as she approached the boy who was sitting on the swinging bench situated by the old tree that was the same age as him. Luan immediately got on his feet and rushed to Estelle to help her by taking the tray from her shaky hands into his own. She smiled and he i
