Matilda's P.O.V
It was cold when I entered my office. My feet immediately walk to where his painting is placed atop my mantle. My son's portrait staring at me with his wide curious eyes. The portrait was made the day he arrived back home after winning his first battle. Even at his age, he pouted at me, as I asked him if I could have a souvenir painting of his achievement.
It was cold when I entered my office. My feet immediately walk to where his painting is placed atop my mantle. My son's portrait staring at me with his wide curious eyes. The portrait was made the day he arrived back home after winning his first battle. Even at his age, he pouted at me, as I asked him if I could have a souvenir painting of his achievement.
