"Roman." His, Monica pecked him. She was glad to see her nephew after five years. She held him dear to her heart and so did he. He was like the son she never had and he the mother he never had.
"Aunt Monica you haven't changed a bit." Roman complimented, sitting down and studying her carefully. "Wish I could say the same about you." She shook her index finger at him. "My little boy has grown so big. I see you on the cover of every magazine, every bill board." She sipped her drink. "You're doing good for yourself. Your mama would have been so proud of you my tigrotto."
"Why do you have to mention her name?" Just the mention of her name got him angry. His dad forbids, anyone to mention her name when he was younger.
"I'm sorry." She smiled apologetically and took his hand. "I'm so proud of
