Chapter 11

Chapter 11

ALEJANDRO returned home and found his Mommy Felecia preparing their dinner. The aroma of the food quickly went to his nostrils and it made him calm a bit.

"Hey, mom? What are you cooking this time?" he asked, making his voice a little lovely despite what happened to him. Felecia turned her head and glanced at him with a sweet smile.

"Of course! What else should I cook? It's your favorite."

"Oh, a chicken casserole," he confirmed.

"Yes. Come on. Sit down. This will be ready in a minute," Felecia said, smiling at him.

Alejandro just nodded and pulled a chair to sit down. While waiting, he rubbed both his palms at each other. He suddenly feels so cold. Felecia then suddenly noticed his discomfort.

"Are you okay, son?" Felecia asked in a worried tone. Alejandro tilted his head, looking at his mother who still looked beautiful even if her gray hair almost covered her black hair.

"Hmm? I'm okay mom. Just a little bit tired," he said with a raw smile. Felecia gave him food