“Mom! Mom! Don’t leave me, mom!” The little boy Mark was calling and begging with his mom as he chased her.
He was just 12 yrs. old at that time when his mom left him.
He just arrived home from school when he saw his mom dragging her luggage outside.
She was in a hurry to get inside a black limousine, also, she was surrounded by men who wore black and white coats with ties.
He knew them.
They were his father’s men.
With the scene, even a three-year-old child could easily understand what was going on.
Her mom was leaving and she was leaving him in a big mansion.
“Mom! Wait! I want to go with you!” Mark quickly ran toward her mother then he hugged her legs.
“No. Listen to me, honey.” His mom knelt to face him. “You are going to stay and live here. Okay? This is your father’s mansion as well as your mansion. You are going to be a Sky because you are your father’s son. Okay?” His mom’s tears slipped out from the corner of her eyes.
