"I've missed you, Drake!" Mrs. Lieself was near tears.
Drake and his mother were sitting in her large drawing room.
It was painted in warm hues and had such a melancholic mood to it.
Just like Mrs. Lieself who was always dressed in pretty pastels, but the sadness in her eyes made it hard to associate her with bright, cheery moods.
Two attendants had just given them large mugs of tea.
Cookies, a large pitcher of lemonade and spicy momos decorated the tea table.
Drake smiled.
They had all been his favourites as a child.
He looked around the room. It was exactly as he had remembered it.
Large and almost sparsely furnished. As a kid, he had knocked several vases down and even kicked over some cupboards. His mother had adamantly redecorated the whole house so he could run around as much as he wished without injuring himself.
"You must be hungry," his mother said.
