Chapter 47 Awaiting Miracle

• Ciara knew her son was right with his words, even without wearing any facial expression on him —she knew he was hurt with the way he related his phrase, if not, disappointed. She barely had time since the past few weeks, always occupied with work and meetings.
• She had, times without number, promised herself to squeeze out time out of her busy schedule for him, but she was mistaken, work wouldn't stop weighing her down, and it seemed to be getting more complex than the previous.
• Ciara walked up to her son with self guilty as she placed her right palms on his shoulder, patting it. “Don't worry, pumpkin…” She said with an assuring smile. “Mom would surely make it up to you soon, okay…?”