Our meal ended with such a scene. I can't sleep without Manuel calling me. I drank milk but I'm still hungry. I stood up and left the room to go to the kitchen. I intend to drink milk again.
Near the last step of the stairs is the door of our library here at home. I saw a little light peeking from inside. I peeked through the opening and saw Ezekiel there. Looking up at the big photo of his mother. I can't help but be hurt.
I pushed the door so it made a noise. He looked at me and I saw that it was carrying a cup with only wine.
"Why are you still awake?" He asked coldly and sat on the nearby sofa with their mother's photo still in front of him.
A very beautiful woman who looked like a queen in her beautiful gray gown. I don't know how old Patricia is here because she is quit
