Liam’s POV
“Hello, senorita…” I greeted giving her a tight hug which she gladly accepted. “How are you, Liam? After a long, you came home.” She asked patting my back. Yeah, I call Krystal’s mom by this out of affection though not always but many times. “Where is uncle?” stepping inside I looked for him but found nowhere in the dining room. “Is he in the kitchen?” Walking in the kitchen I found no one there and turned around to see her standing with folded hands.
“What?” I asked looking at her. Smiling at me, “Come on my sweet boy, in these years I know you this much that I can figure it out easily whether something is going on or not in that head of yours.” Looking at me with concern and doubt she said. After my mom and Krystal, she another woman in my life who understands me without me
