Before returning to Paris, Mia was determined to ask her mother about this matter.
In the evening, she went to her mother's room. "Mommy!"
Her mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a photo of her father, her eyes red. Seeing her come in, her mother quickly put away the photo and wiped her eyes. "Mia."
She sat down beside her mother on the bed and looked at the photo of her father when he was young, placed on the pillow. She took her mother's hand and said with concern, "Mommy, are you missing Daddy again?"
Her mother shook her head, hiding her sadness. "Why are you here... Aren't you supposed to pack your bags and go back to Paris tomorrow morning?"
Her nose tingled. "I can't bear to leave you..."
Her mother stroked her hair. "Silly girl, Mommy will be fine in New York. You don't need to worry about me... Besides, Isabella will be here to keep me company."
"Mommy, why don't you come to Paris with us?" She pleaded, looking at her mother.
