A sigh and agitation
He sighed deeply, plunging his gaze into mine, his eyes betraying deep confusion. It was obvious that what was on his mind was tormenting him. His lips opened, ready to speak, but he stopped, choosing his words with an almost palpable caution. “Mom, this isn’t easy to say,” he began in a low, strained voice. I held my breath, every second suspended, hoping at last to hear this truth that seemed so close, yet so hard to reach.
A Sigh And A Shake
Complicated questions
“It’s more complicated than you think, Mom,” he repeated, his words hanging between us like a broken promise. I scanned his face, trying to understand the riddle he refused to reveal. “What do you mean, Michael?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, looking visibly overwhelmed. “Please trust me, it’s not what you think,” he said finally, avoiding my desperate gaze, as if hoping silence would fill the void of his words.
Complicated Questions
