A silence settled between Nathaniel and Mr. Winslow. Long distant memories that usually lurked at the depth of his mind suddenly made their reappearance.
Nathaniel barely recalled the years he spent with his mother before her early demise. The only possessions he had of hers were a single photo, worn over the years, including little trinkets.
Despite lacking basic wealth and material things, Nathaniel remembered how dearly his mother loved and cared for him. She made sure they had a roof over their heads and food to fill their stomachs.
As for Elsie, her story was more tragic. Nathaniel cried so hard the first time she opened up about her history. The sorrow was too much, reminding him of the day he lost his mother.
Elsie was barely a toddler when her parents died in a snowstorm. Not even one relative stepped up to take care of her, leading her to live in the orphanage since young.
