Unique POV

Aron POV

"Where is she now?" She looked at me with curious eyes.

"I don't know." I lowered my head to cover my discomfort.

"What do you mean? You don't know; she is your mom, so how could you be so angry with her?"

"Sara, you don't know what she did to me." I'm afraid to tell her about my mother because I know she'll criticise me, but now that we've become friends, I don't want to keep any secrets from her. I don't want to betray my first friend.

"She is your mother, Aron, regardless of what she did to you."

"You see, that's why I don't want to share my experience with anyone—I told you that you would judge me before you've heard the entire story." My eyes beamed with dissatisfaction.

"No, Aron, that isn't the case. All I'm saying is that you need to consider your emotions before making any decisions. She is your mother, so you can not substitute her affection for anyone else's."

"You have a wonderful mother, so it's simple for you to say this. If it makes it easier for you to forgive everyone, why don't you speak with your father?"

"Aron, please don't condemn me because you don't know anything about my background." She lowered her head.

"That is precisely what I intended to say." I never imagined that we might disagree on such matters. I assumed she would listen to me patiently, but instead of giving my issue any thought, she started criticising me.

"I am sorry. Could you just tell me what she did to you? I won't be judgmental of you this time." With a heavy sigh, she asked me to tell her about my mother.

"She is the most selfish woman I have ever met. You know she always lied to me about her office work. She never loved my father; instead, she had an affair with another man. She left me alone on Christmas evening by telling me that she had an important business meeting to attend in another town, but I..."In front of my eyes, that scene flashed again.

I can't help but cry when I think back to that awful Christmas night.

"It's all right. This was your past, Aron; if you're uncomfortable, we'll discuss it later." She consoled me with a pat on my shoulder.

"I'm okay, Sara. Tell me how you would feel if you discovered your mother lying to you and having a sexual relationship with a stranger." I wiped off my tears.

"She had cheated not only on my dad but also on me. She is so selfish." I was enraged to recall her deceit once more.

"Relax, Aaron. Have you ever talked to her about this matter?" She questioned me.

"No, I didn't see her dirty face after the incident."

"Why?"

"What do you expect me to do? I ought to approach her and inquire about her treachery." After hearing her, I became enraged.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Are you making fun of me, Sara?" Right away, I yanked her hand off my shoulder.

"No, Aron. You warned me not to pass judgment after learning about your mother; therefore, why did you pass judgment before learning your mother's perspective?" She seemed to be trying to visualise that image as she kept her eyes locked on the ground.

"What do you mean?" I looked at her in confusion.

"We are all different, so six to me, maybe nine to you." She looked up at me and traced the number six with her fingers on the ground.

She has a point, but what is the connection between this thing and my mom's situation? I still don't get what she's saying.

"Aron, do you understand my point?" She cast a hopeful glance at me.

"No." I gave a nod.

"Ok, let me explain it to you in simple language. You read my books, right?" At that time, she felt like an experienced teacher attempting to help her students understand challenging mathematics problems.

"Yes," I nodded.

"As a result, you find the female perspective to be accurate in her own right. You find male lead exactly where he belongs."

"Humm. So, what do you mean?" I still had a perplexed look on my face as I stared at him.

"It's easy. Aron, perhaps what you witnessed that night only tells half of the story; perhaps your mother has a separate backstory that you are completely unaware of." She looked straight into my eyes.

"Sara, I've never thought like this."

My mother made numerous attempts to reach me, but I didn't receive her call. I feel like my entire life has been a lie lately. I hated my mom without knowing the complete truth. I always keep my secrets hidden from the public. However, I never give my mother much thought—perhaps she too struggles with things she can't talk about with me.

"Thank you, Sara," I relieved the weight from my heart by kissing her forehead.

"Sara, you truly are incredible." I gave her a joyful hug. She views things quite differently. Although I thought it was not the appropriate moment, I still wanted to tell her about Aunt Jerry. Rosy came to us and offered us a glass of juice.

"Thank you, Rosy." I am perplexed as to why she provided us with juice when we did not inquire about it.

She handed me the glass with a seductive smile. I ignored her smile and focused on Sara.

"Sara, how did you simplify things so easily?" I looked at her with admiration.

"I've learned from my past experiences to never judge a book by its cover. Furthermore, as an author, I must consider every possibility that may arise." She reached for her glass, but it slipped on the table.

"Oh no,"" the sight of the juice all over the table filled her with sadness.

"Sara, don't worry. I'll ask Rosy to clean this up." I grabbed her hand and made her sit down when she got up from the couch.

"No, Aaron. I have to clean this up since I made a mistake, and it spilled." Because I want to spend more time with her, I make her sit down. I cleaned the table and offered her my glass of juice.