“What? Dimitry’s mother looked the exact same way as Melissa Arthur?” Tucker asks Stella.
Tucker came into my life many years after my mother was no more and he had never seen a photo of her anywhere in our house.
“Yes dear.” She answers his question.
“No wonder the boy has been so focused on her.” says my father.
For a long time, I wondered why we never had photos of her hanging in the house. Personally, I was okay and never complained not seeing her face because I saw her every night in my dreams and that was enough. I don’t know what reason my father had.
I get off the stool and face the three of them.
Stella is in her usual clothing with an apron on top while my father is in an ash grey suit and Tucker smartly dressed in all black like I am. We are scheduled to fly to Pittsbur
