Chapter Three Hundred And Seventy: Find Your Happiness

The third point of view:

"Mom?"

"Huh?" the woman was roused back to reality. 

Pedro looked his mother over, "Are you alright?" 

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Cecil gave her son strange looks. 

"You just seem out of it," He scrutinized his mother. 

"I was just thinking about something," was her reply

"What is the problem?" the boy was disturbed for a slight moment before an idea struck him, "Wait a minute, Let me guess? You're thinking about Emerald, right?" Pedro watched with delight as his mother's face heated up. 

"What? No way!" Cecil denied it right away. 

"You're not a great liar mother," He pointed out the fact he could see through her. 

"Fine, I was thinking of him..." she answered yet was quick to clarify, "But not in the way you're thinking,"

"How did you know what I'm thinking? What am I thinking about? Mom, your mind is so dirty," He teased her intentionally with a blank stare.