Their curious gazes fell upon me. Even if mother had lost her strength now, and it is known to the whole world, she is still someone who many respected.
Even when she was used by others for their own gain, most people still respected her, so naturally, others were eager to know who the person she was with was.
Was it her man? Or someone else?
Faced with the question, I wanted to know what her answer would be.
Will she introduce me as her son? Which I am.
Or will she introduce me as her man?
I was fine either way. Nothing was going to change what we have anyway.
Mother also understood that I was waiting for her answer, so she raised her head to look at me.
There was nothing but endless love for me in her eyes, and then, with a soft and gentle voice, which was barely audible, and was spoken just for me, she said,
"Who are you to me?"
She asked me. Here I was waiting to know what she was going to tell the entire world, and now she shifted it to me?
Clever of you, mother.
