All you do was working, and work, trying best to provide Billy.

Billy simply walking downstairs without a shirt like all–teenagers do, "Mom?" Somehow Intrigued him, silence, silence and— SILENCE Couldn't help not to raise his voice a little, "Mom?"

Billy found you cooking something. He had to walked down from the hall, the footsteps is quiet, but knowing his presence was here without even taking a glance. "You should've respond, mom instead of ignoring"

Tying his hair, curious of the activities, leaning on the marble–wall, looking slightly.