Tamara’s pov
After we had a few cookies my eyes landed on him again.
“Why didn’t you tell them who you really are?” I asked him and he sighed.
He threw himself back on the bed and looked up before looking at me.
“My mother’s smile,” he replied, and I looked at him confused.
What did his mother’s smile have to do with any of this?
“You see, ever since I have known my mother. It was the first time I didn’t see any pain in her eyes,” he explained.
I laid down next to him, and we both looked up at the ceiling above us.
“She always had this sadness to her. Both Dad and I noticed it, we knew it was there and we couldn’t do anything about it,” he explained, and I nodded.
I saw it, I have never seen my mother this happy in her entire life.
They seem so carefree, so full of life t
