C31 I'm Defeated Part 1

Rory rubbed my back endlessly. Occasionally wiping away the tears on my face using his tiny fingers. And he who continues to kiss my cheek softly makes me incomparably touched.

It seems that my crying made my son grieve, too. He shed tears with me.

"Where's Daddy, Mom? Why haven't you come home yet? Mommy, why are you crying?"

I stared at my son's face, like Rafael's miniature