|Aila|
The cold temperature of our room made Steven sleep comfortably. He really loves cold places that every time we went to abroad, snow will make his young heart so happy. I can still remember our first time going to other country that he won’t enter our house because he was really fond of enjoying building a snowman even if he’s already shivering in cold. I smiled as I suddenly remember that moment.
His soft brown hair follows the direction of my hand while caressing it. Looking at my son makes me feel contented with what I have right now. I have no regrets for keeping him…and raising him alone. It was hard, especially when both of my parents are also away; I don’t have someone I could trust to take care of him if I’m at work. If he has just a father it would… oh my goodness, Aila
