QUEEN CHRISELDA

“Allen, Son… Are you okay?” I asked, drawing closer to him.

We all returned to the mansion a few minutes ago, looking all dull from the visit.

The one who was down the most was my son, Allen. He hasn’t said a word since we left the hospital. And as his mother, I can understand how it feels to see someone who’s close to you, in such a terrible state.

My son is in shock.

That’s why I’m here to help him take away his worry. I’m his mother.

“Talk to me, Allen. Don’t stay quiet,” I said, sitting right next to him with my hand falling on...