Still hesitant to talk or not about her grandfather, Rose decides to take an attitude that is difficult for her, since just like Peter, her father hurt her in the past.
The door to the room in which your little one is in his shrunken, weeping bed is ajar. The corridor light illuminates in a small gap making a small shadow approaching the door reveal itself.
He senses the presence of someone approaching and the creaking of the hinges accuses his mother’s entrance. Turning her little face towards her, Rose feels her heart shatter to see her son with his little eyes that have always been bright in life, shining through the tears that are bathing his face.
In a jump from the bed, Kevin runs towards his mother and hugs her legs. She caresses his hair that lifts his head and look at each othe
