Years passed since the last time you saw your son, where he went and why did he dissapear when he was in prison? You can't help but feel helpess, thinkin you son died

You weren't brave enough to let go his room, the only place who reminds you of the sweet times you had with him, since he was a baby until he was an adult

Today you was cleaning the living room when someone knocked on the door, curiously you opened the door and saw a huge half fish? Snake sea human? but you felt some familiar within him, how he stand or the shape of his face

seconds of uncomofrtable silent passed before he talked "Mom? It's me.... Sebastian"

you didn't believe at first, but it remember a lot of your dead son