"I know, it's just..."
"Just because she was your mother?"
"Yes." She lowered her head and softly replied. Yes, even though she knew that this family might end up in a clean break, saying she wasn't sad was impossible. After all, it was the house her father left behind, the home she had lived in for 22 years.
"What should I do to make you happy?" he asked.
She blinked her eyes and was momentarily at a loss for words.
He patted her head and leaned forward to look into her eyes. "Tell me, what should I do to make you happy, to make you smile?" All of a sudden, he wanted to see her smile, to help her sweep away all her worries. It was a feeling he never had before.
Their eyes met, and her face blushed slightly. "You've already done so much for me."
"But I still want to do more for you, I..." His voice suddenly paused. In that moment, he instinctively wanted to say he liked her, or perhaps... he loved her?!
