(in Sam eyes)
"This is my mother. Look, it is the most beautiful Christmas tree," Owen exclaimed
He stared at the decorative bells and was looking at the kind of candy with a toy of children's meal in his hand and a little mayonnaise on his lips.
"Sam would love it if I bought him candy," he whispered to himself.
As soon as his mother, Christina, had bought the tree and some sweets, and had not forgotten the coffee for her, her head stopped buzzing and she heard the car engine leading her home, and this somehow seemed like a happy ending leading to the Christmas holiday and the promise of family warmth.
A wall separates Owen's room from the classroom. There, Sam is in the hole he built for himself. He has even placed toys and breathtaking details.
Today is the first time Owen visits Sam's room and Sam even gave him a tie that looks really expensive.
"That's beautiful on you, Owen," Sam said and smiled
A tear fell down Owen's cheek. He had never felt this warmth before, not even from his mother or any of his friends.
Sam didn't wait to hug Owen.
Owen thought about this smell, this body, and all of Sam's smiles for him alone. No one should blame their love. Not even the dwarf girl in the tree who is Amelie sister.