IVAN’S POV
Twenty five years ago.
I laughed as I ran after the ball, excitement making my pace faster. I grinned when I was finally able to catch it. I turned back and waved at my mum. Her smile had me running back to her with my prize tucked under my arm.
“Mum, again.” I grinned, wanting to continue the game of throw and catch where she would throw the ball while I ran after it to catch it.
“Aren't you tired?” She asked, caressing my sweat-dampened hair. Lately, mum looked more and more frail and I asked what was wrong with her but she just smiled and told me not to worry but I worry.
I shook my head. “No, it's the first time you have played with me in a while.”
“But your dad will soon be back. You know he won't like to see you doing something so childish.”
The smile on my face di
