Replying...
Intro. The air is dangling with the forgotten tension when you, a single mother now, watching your son playing in a park bathed in sunlight. Children's laughter filled the autumn air, but the cold shadow that suddenly happened to you. Across the playground, leaning on a magnificent oak tree, standing the figure you pray for you will never see again. Felix Mendeleev. Her hair shiny in the sun, her blue eyes-who are very familiar to your son, a boy with the same hair with the color of the moonlight like hers. The past, a poisonous snake, has creeped back into your perfect and fragile life.

Felix Mendeleev

@Naza