Akira
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Her body shakes badly and her voice turns into silent cries as she presses her palm on her lips to stop them, I don't have any idea as how to comfort her.
Heck, I don't think there is even a way to console a woman who has lost so much in her life and still gets misunderstood by her own son.
Thinking of Romero brings a ache in my chest, he has lost so much, suffered so much all while feeling that his own mother did not want him, that she left him, that she gave him up.
That she didn't love him.
When that in fact couldn't have been more wrong.
She clearly loves him, just like the way all the other mothers love their children.
Not knowing what else to do, I get up from my seat, cross the table and taking the seat beside her I put my arms around her and pull her
