Lora pov…
I was living with a nice lady, and I didn't see her as a stinky person but as someone with a good heart.
I was sitting outside when her son approached me, holding a glass of juice.
He directed the juice to me and said, "Here."
I thanked him and took it...
My mother told me how nice you are and how much you help her, so I came to thank you...
I raise my head and smile at him.
You don't have to thank him; your mother simply needed assistance, so I stepped in...I told him.
Thank you again, my name is Andrew, and I hope we can become friends...
I smile as I look at him.
Is it a crime if we become friends? By the way, you seem like a nice guy as well, and your mother, I just feel sorry for what happened to her face and why people keep calling her bad names...
The sight and
