First Visit!

My first visit to Paris especially to the famous island of Lle Saint Louis, on the banks of the River Seine, has gone down the drain. The sun is smiling in the salty water as it flowed across the city, connected through four bridges. And I strolled on one of those with my hands tugged inside my jacket. The weather wasn’t chilly though my mind and heart are becoming stone cold with each step I take away from Serena’s home. I itched to turn around and give it a try once more, but her revolting words threw me back. I scanned the bridge to find John and Nathan standing a little further away near the fence. They looked blanched.

Nathan jogged towards me, his eyes redder than a cherry and lips shut tight. He hugged me at the waist, and cried, “She’s bad.”

I sighed. “She’s torn and she’s still your mother.”

“I don’t love her,” he objected, hugging me tighter.

“Let’s go home. It will be just us and Uncle John from now onwards.”

John came upto me and gave me a pitiful look. “I don’t know w