Asher stared at the ceiling through the whole night, he couldn't get over the fact that his mum was dead. Tears had streamed down his cheek onto the pillow.
Memories of his mum flooded his mind, memories of her love, her scolding, her standing up for him.
***
"I am saying my son was hit by your son, what can't you understand?" Asher's mum held onto the man's collar, she looked extremely angry.
"Let go of me woman, your son must have caused it for himself, my son is not troublesome." The man said.
"So it's my son that is troublesome? It's my son who is defective?" She asked.
"Well, he is a piece of trash, so yeah." The man said with a smile, but the smile didn't last long as a punch from Asher's mum almost broke his jaw.
Asher who was just ten looked at his mum in shock, he didn't expect her to punch the man, but he was happy inside. His mum stood up for him, even punching someone.
***
