“Dio. . .”

The voice that he knew so much called out to him. He smiled as he held his mother’s hand and gently tugged her dress. “Mother, I saw a very beautiful flower over there!”

His mother let out a soft laugh before following his lead. They stopped at the corner of the garden then the he pointed at the budding flower.

“Look at how small it is, mother!” He was delighted to show it to her and he was happier when her mother tousled his hair.

“It’s a beautiful budding flower, just like Dio.” His mother gave him a gentle smile.

His brows furrowed in curiosity. “Like me?”

His mother nodded. “Just like Dio, this flower will grow to be amazing.”

“Will I be someone amazing when I grow up, Mother?”

“Of course. Dio was born to be someone strong and amazing, after all.” His mother gently touched his cheek. “Will you promise me that you’ll be someone whom the weak can depend on?”

He smiled cheerfully. “Of course, Mother. I’ll grow strong to be someone who will take the side of the weak and not