After our little talk, the organizers were already asking us to get ready. Donald and I went to the back to get our clothes fixed and get a little retouch.
When we were done getting ready, Donald approached me.
"Are you okay?" Donald asked me.
"Yeah. I'm good. I'm just a little nervous." I replied.
"Why? Is it because of all these people?" He asked while smiling.
"Yeah I guess so."
"You don't have to worry about anything baby. Everything is in order." Donald said, trying to comfort me.
A moment of silence passed before he asked again.
"Are you and my mother all right?"
"Yeah, I guess we are good. I mean, at least we are not fighting" I told him honestly.
"Oh. Okay. Just be a little more patient baby, please?" He told me.
"Yes. I promise I will. She will be my mom too after all."
