Epilogue

Five years Later.

Enjoy the view that is currently visible in our backyard. Sean is enjoying his role as a father to our son, Danish, who is five years old; they are playing with their potato gun. Sean taught our son many things, and it’s no wonder that Danish could accept everything his father taught him, even though he could improvise well. I smiled through the kitchen window as I watched Sean act out a shot from Danish, dramatic and ridiculous. He dropped his body on the grass garden while placing one hand on the part of his heart because the bullet hit it. Danish approached Sean and then dropped his tiny body onto the man’s body. Sean hugged him, and they laughed together; my smile grew wider, seeing the behavior of the two of them.

“Mrs Valentino, lunch is ready.” Mrs. Liam interrupts my time enjoying the good stuff. I approached them and invited them to lunch from the kitchen to the backyard. Danish ran towards me as I came to the father and son; I lowered myself so that I was