Xavier took Angel Luis for the first time to the hospital where Gena was still recovering from the accident in which she had gotten two weeks ago. His son had been asking for his mom a lot lately, and Amira had run out of smiles to flash the little boy, and he had grown tired of the word play that was required of him each time.
“What have you brought the kid here for?” She hissed at him as soon as she saw them.
“He missed his mom,” he answered her coldly.
Angel Luis, who had been instructed not to hug his mom so as not to hurt her, was watching her impassible face with tears in his eyes, his lips sealed tight.
He might be still young but he knew what a hospital was for.
Xavier sighed in dismay. Gena would always be Gena. She looked for what was best for her, and her image.
“Why
