Genevieve closed her eyes as she enjoyed every caress of cold air on her skin. It is as if her soul is being drive in silence that she had long been hoping, a lullaby of the mother who she had been longing.
It's been three days since she arrived in their home in US, his residence was peaceful with his father and some assistants. Gradually she missed her childhood, where she was happy playing in the lawn with her cousins, she was too young when know the fact that her family was not complete, that she doesn't have a mother like everyone else, but she knew her father was doing everything to make her feel complete. Things that make the young Genevieve happy, but now here, in the veranda of their home and bitter smiling while wind caressing her face. She knew that even though her father was always on her side , there was always a space in her heart and won't disappear. She will take that space until death.