Elena kept looking at the beautiful women's large picture hung on the wall straight up to his bed. She had never seen such a beautiful lady. No doubt Lucas was just as her but, he had different eyes.
"She is my mother... " came Lucas voice from the side making her to turn her head to look at him.
"Isn't she beautiful? " he smiled watching at his mother's portrait.
Elena kept observing his face the whole time as he was so into the picture that he didn't even blinked once. Unknown to her ,Elena hand reach to his hand, taking it into hers and holding it lightly.
The touch of her soft hand made Lucas came out of his world. He turned to see Elena watching at him lovingly and this was the only thing he wanted to see in her eyes for so long.
"She's is beautiful" she said caressing his hand with her thumb.
