CHAPTER 12
“I-I am…your mother’s…” he sighed heavily and swallowed more, “…friend,”
I stared at him for a long while. My lips parted as my heart contradicted. Friend. He’s my mother’s friend? How come that my mother has human friend? It wasn’t forbidden but it’s rare. I swallowed hard and watched him composed himself.
“Do you want…to have some coffee with me?” he asked after the silence. I looked away and thoughts started to spin around my mind. If he’s my mother’s friend, then it’s understandable why Ronald gets link to me. I nodded at him, so he smiled and lead the way. I watched his broad back, and I can really tell how Ronald is so much like him. Even his back looks so much of his son. Now I wonder…how is he as a friend? If he is a friend, why was he not there when my mother died? Did they lose each other’s
