Libulan’s Point of View
Sir Beck smiled as I talk about my late mother.
“You really do miss her, don’t you?”
“Every single day; since the day she was gone,” I answered. “But I know she is always there; guiding me from up above.”
“I’m sure you do,” he agreed and nodded.
“How about you, Sir Beck?” I asked him. “What about me?”
“Do you get along with your Mom really well?”
“Not so much,” he replied. “We argue a lot but I guess that’s normal. She was always there to support me, too.”
“Of course, that is normal. My Mom used to nag me every day,” I recollected and laughed. “I call her Tigress because of her bad temper. Oh, those were the days!”
“Anyway, are you looking for something specific in here?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied. “I’ll just buy anything under the sun.”
“Sure thi
