Ivan was making his mind to leave from there and see what was there in the future when he heard Arna mumble that was audible to him, "Mamma…"
Like a dead heart got the beats back, like water found in an oasis, Ivan felt alive. He jerked around and saw Arna looking at her mother who was about to cross the door.
"Snow, you can do it." His encouraging voice was low but enough to reach her ears.
Up until sixteen, despite hearing everyone teasing her, Arna always addressed Aria as Momma, Mamma. The 'Mom' was only when she used to mention it to somebody else. So Ivan knew this was it.
Tears rolled down, Arna never felt her heart race so much than that day. The children often forget the love and care of parents because it is easily available without any expectation or conditions but it was priceless than one could even think of.
