Emily. I shouldn’t feel it, what he thinks about me shouldn’t be my concern but for some reason, I do not know, for some feeling I couldn’t explain, I felt bothered by how he looked at me. It felt like I was seeing my little self in him, the same eyes were staring at me and the same emotion was in them. At that moment I wanted to bolt out of the room without doing what I came for, at this moment I wanted to make everything right again but……I couldn’t. We have spent too many years apart and I believe he wouldn’t want me. I mean which don would want a mother who threw him out on the streets, who left him to die?‘Get a grip on yourself, Emily,’ I whispered to myself. I cleared my throat and then walked in, this time I didn’t look in his eyes. I could speak to him without looking into his eyes. “I want us to go out for today,” I said looking everywhere but his eyes. I didn’t want to see the look in them. He didn’t answer but that wasn’t my business, he was going to leave with me
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