Dream
If she finds out about him, that peace will soon collapse, maybe once, just once, she might accept him as the mafia, but how will she accept the mafia king who killed her mother? "You never stop thinking about your sister and mother?" The question slipped out of his mouth before he knew it.
She blinked, chuckled, and patted his nose, "How could I not think about her? We are sisters, and she was my mother, She loves me and I love her, I miss her all the time, Like now, I can finally cook a decent soup for the first time, I wonder about my sister How did she do it if she knew of my accomplishments would be so happy, She would hug me tight until I was out of breath, She taught me everything and even though we don't have parents, she takes care of me like a parent, I would be heartbroken if I lost her."
He didn't speak, His eyes dimmed, "soup,"