||*ALEXIUS*||
I stared at mom as she discussed with dad. I couldn't take my eyes off her even if I wanted to, and every time she turned to me to ask any question, I got the full view of her face. How did I not see it? Why am I just seeing it now, the pain in her eyes, the lack of life in her gaze? The dark circles and eye bag underneath her eyes, and the swollen top of her eyes. Even dad was not an exception, the tiredness wearing down on his face wasn't one that I could miss.
Yet, I failed to see it, and I want to blame it on the fact that I had been lost in my head, and the grief of not having my son with me. But that made me realize something. If the loss of a child I was unable to hold could affect me this much, then how much more pain has my mom been in since I was taken. How hard
