"My son?" She asked and I nodded. "I think he's dealing with some important matters." She said and I could feel the pain in her voice.
"I have to go now, son." She staggered her way out and I realized she was already wasted. I could not let my mom into public shame.
She was the nation's mom, she was the first lady and so respect is deserved. I held her in position. "Mother," I foolishly fell out of action calling her.
"Son, Sebastian." Her eyes were already wet in tears. "Mom let's get you out of here." I pleaded and she nodded struggling to act strong and out of alcohol effect.
"Take care of her and drive her home safe and sound," I ordered one of the guards I could recognize.
"Yes sir." He bowed not daring to touch her.
"Use the back door, I'll ensure no cameras are directed at her," I said following back step after step. "Any single mistake from you and you're all fired." I snapped at the reporters holding their cameras in position.
