"Woah... Mom, Dad you both look so young in these pictures... Were you both still teenagers?" Happily glancing at the album sitting right next to her mother Eleana, young middle-schooler Eva asked her meekly.
A wide smile of pleasance appeared on her face as soon as she heard the question. Gazing at the picture she nodded her head softly, "well...I was around 18 when I first met your dad. This is our first picture taken together." She whispered.
"Really? Then...Was dad your first love, mom?"
"Yes. We both were each other's first love, Eva." She tenderly caressed her hair sounding very warm.
"But..." Suddenly, her small face stiffened a little as the smile on her lips quickly disappeared. "I read a quote in a story...that...first love never works out, mom."
