Mikhail
My mother is a born romantic. She jumped for joy when I told her I was engaged and now the sparkle in her eyes has remained, even though she knows I'm no longer engaged to Cristina.
Donna was concentrating, showing Dominic the carp in the aquarium in the garden.
“What do you have to tell me that couldn't wait? I liked her. She's nice and seems really nice.” My mother's comment fell on Donna with a smile, which I didn't see when it came to Cristina.
The subject was stuck, but the longer I kept it a secret, the more confusing it would be to explain later. I held his mother and sat with her facing the garden, noticing that her eyes were watching the boy play.
“He's my son!” I said bluntly, downing the glass of tequila in one go.
My mother choked on the water she was drinki
