"Good morning and a happy birthday, my darling."
Ander turned around to see his mother standing behind him with the servants carrying his breakfast.
He ran to her and gave her a tight hug. He had missed the warmth of his mother, with all the anger he had been feeling. He was blinded by rage that he couldn't see how much she loved him.
"What is this for?" she asked.
"For being the best mother in the world," he praised.
"You are in a good mood. Tell me, what happened to you."
"I'm sorry. For all the bad things that I said to you. You are the best mom ever," he said all smiles. "I love you mom, don't ever stop being a good mother to me," he added.
"Let's have breakfast," she told and took him by the hand and led him to the balcony. They sat down with the sun beating down on them and enjoyed the tea.
"He loves me," he began to say.
"Who my child?"
