Music Recommendation: A rose in Spanish Harlem - Nicholas Britell
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Roman had met his mother plenty of times in his dreams, thinking about the woman who had brought him into this world and had tried to protect him from the harsh words of the people around them when she was alive. The moment right now felt like a dream.
He started to walk away from where his foster parents were, his feet starting to move in the direction of where his biological parents stood.
Lilian didn't wait for Roman to come to her, and she walked forward with a smile that held warmth for her son.
"Let me take a closer look at you," said Lilian, placing her hands on Roman's arms and looking at his face. "You were so little when I last saw you. Smaller than me. And now you have grown taller than me."
"You haven't changed one bit," replied Roman, staring at his mother with a slight disbelief in his eyes but awe in there. "But you look healthier."
