“Why are you apologizing to me, Mom? It’s not your fault. Don’t be sad like that, okay? I’m sorry for continuing to make you worry and sad like this.” Gema hugged his mother tightly.
Zea returned her son’s hug with the same tightness, even though they looked happy from the outside, whether Gema or Zea and Zion also have their wounds.
After a few moments, Zea let go of her arms while gently rubbing her son’s back. “Have you eaten, honey?”
“Yes, Mom. Before coming here I already ate.” Gema answered softly. “Where’s dad, Mom?”
“Your father is in his room. Do you need anything with him?”
“Yes, I have a need with dad. There’s something I need to talk to his about the hospital.”
“Then you just come to your father’s room and talk about what you want to say. Dad isn’t having too much work at
