"Whooa!" my son was amazed as soon as we got out of the car. "It's huge," he commented next to Valjerome's mansion.
I, on the other hand, could not speak and just stared at the house.
It's been six years...
Six years have passed since I left his house...
I smiled bitterly and dismissed all the memories that entered my mind. I held Erom's hand tightly as Valjerome walked into his house.
"Mom, aren't we going yet?" Erom asked as we stayed in our seats.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I slightly knelt down in front of my son to face him. I gently touched his face and gave him a small smile.
"Erom," I started speaking. "You should behave, okay? I didn't like what you did earlier in the car. Didn't I tell you before that you can't accept anything from a stranger?" I reminded.
