Four years later..
Diane got down from the car her assistant had used to pick her up from the airport and assisted the little boy that she had been holding on to since they alighted from the plane.
“Mom are we really going to be living here from now on” the little boy said his eyes looking around as if trying to know if moving here was a smart decision.
Diane looked at her son’s face because regardless of what she thought, his opinion mattered a lot to her now and would not hesitate to change a decision if it meant that he could be happier.
The boy raised his young immature stunning face that looked like it was molded carefully to cause calamities to look at his mom.
He knew clearly what effect he had on his mom and how much she cared about him.
“We can stay here and see mom, if it
