The deal from London

Anna was shocked at how efficiently she had illustrated the image of the twins, and she couldn’t say a word even after listening to her son’s query. Her heart swelled with love and heartache as she gradually raised her trembling hands to caress the painting while tears pricked her eyes.

“Look at them, Marcelo.” She spoke, her voice drenched with overwhelming ache. “These two men, they are your fathers.” and my masters. The tears that she was holding back started falling off her cheeks.

Marcelo’s face changed into a disturbed one and he stood up when he saw her crying.

“Mommy, don’t cry. I've seen them. Stop crying.” He used his thumbs to clear off his mother’s tears as he consoled her

He started blaming himself for insisting that his mother show him his father. If he knew that she would end up crying, he wouldn’t have asked at all.

Even though he was surprised that he has two fathers unlike other kids, he didn’t dare ask his mother any more questions as he gently patted her back in