บท 52: Chapter-52 Felix's folded truth

As the tears fell on the floor and scattered in tiny drops, that little boy Felix remembered the moment her mother had shown her the same drawing book while they were enjoying the sunset view from their beautiful balcony as the evening wind swayed the flowering plant in that balcony, which had been hiding half of the orange round sun.

"This is your big brother," She pointed out the drawing of Stark, who had his hair tied in an ancient style and his forehead wrapped by a headband.

"How is he?" His mother gloated and smiled proudly.

"Where is he now, mom?" The innocent 2-year-old Felix turned up his manifesting eyes at her.

"I need to find him," she mumbled to herself as her smile dimmed and her concerned eyes gazed upon the setting sun.

"He is abroad, and soon he will be here to see our little Felix." Her mother caressed his nose with a blooming, caring smile.

He buckled and laughed while their butts were placed on the floor and their bodies wiggled from laughing.