A mother for my son
After a while, he wakes up, and I can see he feels better but with a look of profound pain for how his son ended.
“I'm sorry, Mr. Lombardi, it wasn't a good idea to show you that. I think it's best if we don't continue with this alliance.” I stand up, having been crouching, and as I'm about to walk away, he grabs my hand.
“No, ma'am, please don't go. Parents must always take care of their children, but when they leave us, it's hard to be who we once were, and I didn't protect my son as I should have.” He lowers his head, and I know he is holding back tears, trying to be strong at all times.
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