"My mom? Well… she died a couple of years ago in a car accident."
"Oh. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to be indiscreet."
"It’s okay. I'm not gonna lie, I miss her every day, but at least, I have healed." She said, looking outside with nostalgic eyes, fidgeting.
"It’s good that you feel that way, I guess… I lost my parents in a fire when I was little."
"Oh lord…" She widened her eyes covering her mouth with her hand briefly. "I’m sorry to hear that…" She said, reaching for one of my hands that was resting in front of my cup. Salomé looked at me with such compassionate eyes. Most people dislike receiving sympathy and pity from others, but I don’t think it’s that bad. I feel that she’s being honest about it. She was an empathetic person, and the warmth that her hand transmitted was a n
