''Mother is sorry. I am really sorry, Damien.'' Isla closed the distance between herself and Damien in the bed. Once she settled on the soft surface, she brought her crying son into her arms.
''Shh Shh. I am sorry. I am so sorry for shouting at you.''
''I-I am sorry m-mother. I-I d-did–nt want you-u to w-worry…'' Still in tears, Damien could not speak clearly because of his loud sobs.
''It's okay. I understand, Damien. Mother is also at fault for being too busy.'' While talking, Isla kept on kissing Damien's forehead. If she hadn't been that busy, Damien would have come to her without feeling bad. Isla knew that and she berated herself for not balancing her work life and motherhood properly. Look what had happened because of her careless imbalance.
