Noah stared at his retreating figure. His father had explanations to make and he will go to him that morning after work.

Let's go," he said, reaching out to hold her hands.

"You can visit her next time if you want. I have been wondering who you took after in your physical appearance. It's definitely not mummy or daddy. Maybe a distant relative."

"Can I see more of your mum's pictures?"

"Uhmmm, that will be when I go back to the house."

"Alright. I wish I had met mom at least."

"It's fine. Don't feel bad about it. I'm here for you too."

"Imagine my birthday coinciding with her death...