Darmiel was checking out from Ameelah’s resort at the reception area when Amiel came running to him.
“Hey, Mr. Darmiel, are you going out already? Did you and Mom talk already?” Amiel asked innocently as he looked up at the man. The little boy was so curious why this gentleman had the same name as his father and was somewhat similar to him. His Mom had told him before that his Dad’s name was Darmiel, which was exactly why he was named Amiel.
“Yes, Amiel. But don’t worry, young man, I will be coming back. We will play and you will let me hear your music again. You will play your trumpet for me again. Would that be okay?” Darmiel kneeled and said, his heart aching with a deep, crushing pain. He wanted so badly to pull the boy into his arms and never let go.
“Sure, Mr. Darmiel! Cross my he
