At home, Mrs Gracia lost her balance as soon as Ivy and Lyle left.
''Mom!''
''Darling!''
''Emmy!''
Everyone surrounded Mrs Gracia, worry clearly visible in their eyes.
''Honey, it's okay.'' Mr Gracia tried to comfort his wife only to be scolded in return.
''How can it be okay. How can it be alright? Did you see her face. Did you see that smile on her face? Do you think that's okay? My daughter has become like a living dead with no ability to find happiness. You think that's okay? It's all my fault. All my fault. I know how she is like. I know how much she cares about what we say. Yet... yet I... I...'' Mrs Gracia could no longer continue as she started crying. Her face had turned red and everyone around tried to comfort her but to no avail. She continued crying that she soon became breathless.
''Honey...''
''It's... Its all my... my fault. I... I was the one who... who stole the soul of her smi... smile. I was the one who made her like this. I... I... I was the one who made her loose herself. I was the one-"
''Mom, you aren't the one. If someone's to be blamed, it should be me. I know my capability yet I overestimated myself. I was the one who got into trouble.'' Avi had tears streaming down his face as well. He looked aggrieved with self blame written clearly on his face.
''Enough you two.'' Mr Gracia shouted as he looked at the mother and son. ''It's no one's fault. Don't drag yourselves into feeling guilty.''
''But-"
''No more 'but's. If she sees you two like this, she will loose even that slight liveliness she got after more than a year.''
As a switch went off in his head, Avi immediately sat up and said, ''Dad, about that. I told you that there is a boy who is helping Ivy emotionally right? He-"
''Yes that boy. How could I forget about him. We have to search for that boy and request him. If he can return my daughter to me, I'll consider him my God.'' Mrs Gracia said immediately upon hearing about that boy. She even grabbed her son to get him to answer her immediately. She looked like a wonder tiger at the moment. Hurt but ready to attack.
She had to get that boy to help her daughter.
''That...''
''Tell me how he looks and how old he is. We have to-"
''Mom... That boy is Lyle.''