I was hesitant. His green orbs staring at me with such a look that made me think, watch my words, empowered by his presence. It was worse as it was stiffening to pull out any thought before I let my mouth open. The pride on his face determined how he had grown up all this year getting served by anyone and everyone.
Not because he was the best and lovable and sweet but because he was intimidating, scary and someone that no one wants to get tangled with. He was terrified. To be honest it was maybe because he was the worst scenario that any parent wants their child to be engaged with.
