HONEST

A smile slithered across Melvina's lips as she watched Derek stroll into the kitchen, with his two hands inside the pockets of his denim jeans. She had actually been expecting that he would take more time to recuperate emotionally, but it seemed that he will be fine. There was even an almost invisible smile on his lips. When she noted him walking to the kitchen counter, she smiled wider. Her son was hungry. She thought, even as she patted him on his arms, aware that the others in the kitchen were as astonished as she was.

"The food would be ready soon. You can try out some fruits in the refrigerator." She said, and he nodded, turning away from the cooking pot to the refrigerator.

He opened it, and took out an apple. A bite into it, and he swirled around to face Anthony.