Birthdays had never been Darren's favorite. Especially his own that seemed to have become a reminder that he was abandoned by the same person who was supposed to bring warmth to him.
No, he never pitied himself for that.
The reason was the woman before him; Francesca Salvay. He really didn't know what he had done to deserve a mother like her. God was really not unfair to him. If he was abandoned by one mother than he was gifted with an even better one. No, he was gifted with the best mom in the world.
With a big smile, Francesca hugged her son who was a lot taller than her. "Happy Birthday, my bestest boy! Also, congratulations!"
When she sniffled, he shook his head, "Mama, you promised not to cry."
Francesca pulled away cheerfully as she said, "I'm not crying. Who said I'm crying?"
Darren squinted his eyes at her but didn't continue this topic. "How do you know about our marriage? I was just about to tell you."
