“Do you like it?” Mrs. Julia asked me while I licked the Vanilla ice cream from my spoon.
“Yes ma’am Thank you,” I said and took another spoon of ice cream into my mouth.
“Ma’am?” she asked puzzled and laughed “oh dear!”
“Call me mom. I’m like your mother” she said in a soothing voice that almost made me cry. I missed my mom so badly. I wished to hear her voice for at least once.
Nevertheless, I smiled at the kind woman at me and said in a low voice as it felt strange for me to call another woman as a mom “Thank you, mom”.
She chuckled and held my left hand into her warm ones “Why is your hand so cold?” she asked looking worried.
I stayed quiet biting my tongue and stared at the cup of ice cream before me.
“Should I tell her that her son is the reason of my condition?” I wondered.
