Vrel patted my back to comfort me as I cried. I had never cried so much even as a child. It was to the point that I vomited and hiccuped. My eyes were puffy.
"She is my Mother? Mine?" I asked him again. My mind wasn't working very well. Everything was jumbled.
"Young Master, even if you have forgotten everything, she is still your Mother who gave birth to you."
" Do you feel better now Master? Here have some chamomile tea. It will help you calm down."
" Young Master, tomorrow, we will be heading out for the next town. This village is too far from the cities and has no reception. I had to send a person ahead to pass the message to your Uncle."
I had slept soundly that night. My dreams were filled with the lady who stood beside me in that picture. I had accepted that now I was that boy. I was no longer Sweet Tooth, the warrior who was hailed to be the strongest. I was the Young Master of these people who found me and the child of that lady in the picture.