🌷EVA🌷

“Bob?” I called my first son. He’s jovial, carefree, and naïve like other kids out there and a replica of his father.

“Yes mom!” he answered and ran into the kitchen at once.

“Go tell your dad that dinner is ready,” I said and searched for Sam’s favorite juice in the fridge.

“Okay!” he bounced out in his usual lively manner though I perceived he didn’t know how to ask me the question running through his little mind, if it were Rose, she will spit it out.

I found what I was looking for and took it to the dining with a jug of water.

I went upstairs to...