"Alright. What do you want to eat?" he asked me.

"Anything," I answered weakly.

"I'm sorry ..."

"Stop saying sorry to me."

Because I know you will hurt me again and again after that.

I leave the sofa. Until my son woke up. He went straight to my behavior and hugged me.

"I love you, mommy."

It was as if my heart was touched by what my son said. That child is really very sweet.

"I love you, too. Son," I replied.

"Where is Daddy? I want to hug him. And say I really love him too."

I smiled at my son. Then I kissed his forehead.

"In the kitchen...