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It had been a couple of months since the last time Damien came to visit his grandmother that he calls "Nana".
Nana was the mother of Damien's late father, Lawrence Park. She was a jetsetter and was rarely in the Park Estate while he was growing up. It was only in recent years that she stayed there because of old age.
Damien sat in the armchair on Nana's left side and he ran his fingers along his jaw, not knowing how or exactly what he wanted to ask.
Noticing that he was strangely quieter than usual, Nana put away the yarn and needles on the table and examined his appearance. "Are you going to start telling me? Or do I have to start counting your sighs?"
After contemplating, Damien finally opened his mouth again. "Nana, that woman..."
That woman – was how Damien called his mother whenever he was in front of his family. He hated his mother because she left and he never knew why he didn't have motherly memories of her except for those particular ones.