I remembered my mom telling me that I should learn to love and also accept the fact that other people can make him smile too, that he can be happy with other people and at times enjoy their company more than he enjoys mine at the moment. I looked at the devil to see the wild smile on his face maybe this is one of the moment, I laid my head as I reminisced on the mother-daughter discussion I had with mom.
"You should understand he will have to make other friends too." Mom said as she breastfeeds Maria.
"Mom, he is incapable of making friends, you should see the way he isolated himself in our school." I said trying to convince my mom of the need to see him.
"Then you have to make him make friends, else he will depend on you to even have the smallest of smiles and that will be toxic for th
