Chapter 3

Samuel's POV

Mom?

A small boy, nearly around six or seven years old, runs to her and hugs her tightly.

I clearly remember not seeing any ring on her finger, so she might be a single mother.

"I missed you much." He tightens his hold on her neck, and she pats his back.

"I missed you, too."

Pulling back, she makes him sit in her lap and turns to look at the door where a middle-aged man in driver's uniform is standing.

"Thank you, Marvin, for bringing him home." She smiles at the man, whose name is Marvin.

"It's not a problem, Ma'am." He nods then takes his leave.

Turning back to her, I find the small boy curiously looking at me.

"Justin, say hi to Samuel." She glances down at the boy and lightly nudges him.

A big grin breaks onto his face deepening the dimples on both of his cheeks.

"Hi, I am Justin." He offers me his hand.

"Hey." I shake his hand, smiling at him.

He turns to Ariana to ask her something when he notices the bandage on her hand.

"How did you get hurt?" He asks in a small, sad voice.

"I am clumsy, so I fell." She makes a face and then smiles, ruffling his short light brown hair.

"Are you in pain?" He frowns and carefully takes her hand in his, then lightly caresses his fingers over the bandage.

"No," She shakes her head, then she looks at me, "Samuel took care of my hand; he is a doctor, you know?"

"Thank you." He gives me a hug, which surprises me, but a smile automatically comes to my lips because of his sweet gesture.

Releasing me, he runs inside another room after whispering something in Ariana's ear, making her laugh.

"He is a nice kid." I look in the direction where he went.

"Thanks, but don't let his innocent face fool you." She lightly laughs, "He is a mischievous kid."

"But he is mischief never harms anyone. He just spreads happiness." An adoring look passes her face as she talks about her kid.

"Momsis!" Justin calls her from inside the room.

Momsis? What is this word?

"Excuse me. I will be back." She goes to check on Justin.

Meanwhile, I put away the trash and checked the time, noticing that my reporting time would be in a few hours.

Time passes with her so quickly that I haven't realized it has been hours since I am here.

"Justin wasn't able to find his jammies." She comes back and takes her seat beside me.

"What does momsis means?" I remember the weird word, "I haven't heard it before."

"How could you have heard it when Justin is the creator of this word?" She raises her eyebrows, "When Justin was around four years old, he came to me looking upset that he doesn't have a mom. I told him even though I am his sister, but I love him as a mother. Since then, I became his Momsis." A soft smile plays on her lips, reminiscing the beautiful memory of how a little boy found his mother in his sister.

"If you hadn't told me this, I would have continued believing it that you are his mother," I admit to her, honestly.

"Well, then you should continue believing this as I may not have given him birth, but I am his mother in every sense of the word." She smiles, and I can't help but feel impressed by this girl whom I met just a few hours ago.