I found my mother sitting on the short row of steps in the backyard.
“What are you doing here? Was the pasta that bad?” She asked, immediately I sat down.
I huffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “Of course not, mom. It’s just that I was lost in my thoughts. I was wondering why your face seemed so sullen. And I kept wondering what the Lycan king had said in the meeting about me. My mind conjured up the worst thoughts, and believing that, had caused me to drop the fork. Mom, I could never be unhappy with your food. Never think of that again.” I replied, placing my hand across her shoulder, whilst pressing myself to her.
She hugged me then by the side, rocking me gently, more to console herself than to reassure me.
Anything to make her feel okay. I thought, wrapping my arms around her
