A small figure sauntered towards Arasu. It was an old lady with a long bamboo stick for support. The old woman's face was wrinkled and she shrunk her small eyes to focus on Arasu's face. Arasu clearly saw the face and his memory quickly realised the face of the woman. His eyes filled with water and addressed her as his mother and ran towards her to give a hug. But the hand of his mother had other ideas and smashed onto the reddened cheeks of Arasu before he could touch her. Arasu lost his sense for a moment and gave a surprised look to his mother who were standing in front of him with a cold face.
"How could you show your face to me ? Do you even remember me? Your father thought you would replace him as a next leader and guide the village. But you abandoned us for your stupid dream and l
