After our little talk, the organizers were already asking us to get ready. Donald and I went to the back to get our clothes fixed and get a little retouch. 

When we were done getting ready, Donald approached me. 

"Are you okay?" Donald asked me. 

"Yeah. I'm good. I'm just a little nervous." I replied.

"Why? Is it because of all these people?" He asked while smiling.

"Yeah I guess so." 

"You don't have to worry about anything baby. Everything is in order." Donald said, trying to comfort me. 

A moment of silence passed before he asked again.

"Are you and my mother all right?" 

"Yeah, I guess we are...