Evaleen looked around the room once again and gazed at her parents’ painting. Her eyes started to water but she kept a smile on her face,
“I miss you father, mother. I really miss you!” She sat beside the painting and kept on looking at them as if they would move any minute. “I wish you were here with me, I don’t like it in this world.” Her voice was cracking towards the end; she kept on swallowing the lump to avoid breaking down. Suddenly, Evaleen started to feel Ezra in her head. It was like someone had just woken up from sleep; Ezra shook her body and blinked a few times before opening her eyes. Evaleen sat still waiting for Ezra to say something. She usually like to come forward when Christian was in proximity, this was unusual. Her eyes widened when she saw the painting in front and
