The Tale Of The Still Child

"Mother If I may?" I began, it was now or never.

She turned to me.

"I would like to know more about Lord Cedric, hope I'm not speaking out of turn Mother"

"Not at all my dear, it was high time you asked," she said with a shrug, grabbing a teacup and bringing it to her lips.

I stared at her puzzled watching as she slurps the hot tea. Did she know I would ask about Cedric?

"Anyone would be curious, my son is a strange man isn't he?" she said not sparing me a glance.

"He has always been like this" she stared at her tea as if reminiscing, a faint smile pressed against her lips.

"When Cedric was born, he didn't act like a normal baby"

"What do you mean mother?" I asked with trembling eyes.

Her brown eyes met mine.

"Normal babies would cry, move, but Cedric... not one sound was heard like I birthed a dead child"