“Amiel, can you bring me to your Mom, please?” Darmiel said with a shaking voice while he looked at his son with misty eyes.
The restaurant staff were already looking at them with curiosity and so with some of the guests. They could already see the resemblance between the young boy who played the trumpet and the gorgeous customer of the resort, whom the young boy approached as he played his trumpet.
“Why should I?” the bright young boy asked Darmiel, who became dumbfounded again.
Darmiel wanted to tell him that he is his father, but he did not know if this would be the most opportune time to do it. “I am your Mom’s friend. Your Mom’s name is Ameelah Grayson, right?”
The young boy smiled widely as he nodded. “Yes, you are right. Indeed my Mom’s name is Ameelah Grayson. Come with me plea
