"If you ever want to eat fish again, I'll make it for you." She said, her face unable to hide a trace of worry.
He looked at her and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, it's all in the past now, and I won't wallow in self-pity anymore." Because he had met her, the heavens hadn't truly abandoned him; after giving him despair, they also gave him hope.
Mabel Quinn finally felt at ease as Kyle Kinston washed the fish clean, then washed his own hands. Watching her still busy, a gentle light couldn't help but flash in his eyes.
In the future, everything will be different. He is no longer the abused child, wandering and homeless, unsure of when he could earn a pointless glance from his mother; nor is he the youth who didn't know the meaning of life, feeling indifferent to life or death, living just a hopeless wait. Now, he has the desire to live and someone he truly wants to have. Is this the true meaning of life for the Kinston Family?
