“Mom,” Amiel’s crying voice shocked them both. Ameelah quickly looked back and saw her son crying while looking at Darmiel.
Darmiel suddenly stood up and was at Amiel’s side in a few strides. He picked him up and enclosed his small frame in his arms.
Ameelah stood frozen, unable to think clearly.
“Daddy,” Amiel whispered, and Darmiel nodded.
“Yes, Amiel. I am your Dad. Sorry, I am sorry that it is only now that we met. It was my fault,” Darmiel whispered back as he tightly embraced his son.
It was a scene that Ameelah would not have wanted to happen in this kind of way. But she had no control over the situation anymore. Amiel already knew that Darmiel was his father.
Amiel’s little and frail arms wrapped around his father’s neck as he leaned on him, wanting to feel for the first time
