01-26-2017, 07:07 AM
Mathens was brushing the blonde locks of his son when the young one spoke. The brushing came to a stop. An eyebrow went up, and curious eyes went to meet the serene ones of Ethan.
"What is it Tan?" He was anxious to know what the other wanted to tell his mother. "Just tell me, love. I'll listen."
"What is it Tan?" He was anxious to know what the other wanted to tell his mother. "Just tell me, love. I'll listen."