Chloe's Letter For Vincent

I met a small boy after giving birth to twins. The boy had jet black hair and black eyes. Sometimes when his eyes looked at something seriously, the glint in his eyes seemed like they could pierce someone's soul.

The kid reminded me of someone. The one who has nurtured me with affection and also protected me from all dangers. It was not that his face or hair was similar, but the gaze in the boy's eyes was exactly like that of that person.

I was attracted to the child, adored and cherished him like my own son. Sometimes when I miss my children, I will make that boy a substitute for my two children. I pamper him, doted on him even better than my sister.