We walk downstairs to the kitchen where mom is making dinner and she smiles at us as she sees our joined hands what I am reluctant to let go.
“Mom, do you need some help?” I ask her.
“I am almost finished, darling, but if you really want to help you can set the table.” She says with a smile and we walk to the kitchen cupboard. I hand plates to Kyra and she carries them to the dining room till I grab some glasses and cutlery.
“You look happy.” Mom says when Kyra is not around.
“Well… I really like her.” I tell her with a blushing face. We don’t usually talk about my love life.
“I can tell and she likes you too.” I can’t help but smile at that. Mom just chuckles and I walk after Kyra who is placing the plates on the table, but she comes to help me as she sees my hands are full.
“Thanks
