Several years later.

Several years later.

I wake up to the sound of the doorbell, so I get up without shoes and run to the door that is ringing more than once. When I open the door, I find the postman, who brings my letters every Monday.

“Hello, Victoria,” the old postman greets me, while he tries to keep his bicycle on the road. “You got three letters.” He tells me with a smile on his old lips.

“Thank you, Tay.” I replied, closing the door and opening my letters. They are all about payments, so I let them fall to the floor while I look at the clock, it's already six in the morning, so I run to my room and put on clothes for the cold.

Then I make breakfast, and when seven in the morning strikes, I return to my room and wake up my dear son.

“Hello, love.” I say lying down next to his black hair and long eyelashes. “Austin...Austin.” I try to wake him up, while I run my fingers over his brushed cheeks. “It's time to go to school.” "I whispered in his little ears, so my little boy opened his big honey-colore