C6 Chapter 6
“Mum?” A little boy of 9 called his sickly-looking mother, but her eyes remained closed.
He looked taller than a boy of 9, fierce, and no doubt he was extremely strong too. Looking down at the brown envelope in his hand, his sad eyes clouded with tears.
“Mum, you need to eat. I brought you something.” His voice wasn’t stable this time
