Dylan sat forward in his seat. His expression had changed from a nonchalant one to a jovial one. However, there was an atom of seriousness underneath. "It's true, isn't it?"
"You have no idea of what you are talking about, Dylan." Clara said.
"I don't?" asked Dylan, as if he was surprised by her statement.
"You think you know everything. You think you are so smart. But you don't know anything when it comes to family. Especially my family." Clara said weeping.
"When I looked at those photographs on the shelf, I noticed that there was only one picture of you. The rest were of the family. Maybe they had cut you off. It seemed like you had a rough childhood here. At least, that was what it seemed like to me." Dylan continued.
"Is that what it looks like to you?" Clara asked with a sad to
