(He is my son)
Writer's POV
Dillon arrived the mansion with Bryan. He got down, he stood for a while outside staring at the mansion.
Nothing's change. Of course nothing can change. They intend keeping the mansion the way it is because it's their family's mansion which their late mom and dad built.
Dillon only moved when he felt someone touching him. He looked down to see Bryan.
"You aren't moving, where are we exactly?" Bryan asked.
"Well, this is the family's mansion. Let's go in" he urged him.
The securities kept greeting Dillon but it seemed like he didn't even hear any of their greetings.
They got to the door, before Dillon could push it open. The door opened revealing ma'am Sandra.
"Oh my goodness, child. It's been so long" ma'am Sandra exclaimed hugging Dillon.
Dillon smiled lightly.
This woman has always been there, never got married again, never left their side and she is now like a second mother to them all.