Aryan's pov

Watching Roseanna make the cereals reminded me of my childhood. She reminded me of my mother. I reminisced about the moment when she was still with me, but ever since she died, everything changed.

As I ate the cereals Rose made for me, I couldn't stop thinking about her, her scent, and her hair. It filled the air.

I chuckled as I reminisced about when I used to play princess and knight games with my mother

"Stop running fast Aryan, I can't catch up with you," my mother would say. I was only eight when she died and I had a tough experience with her.

"You know my...