"Okay, it's a promise!"

"It's a deal!"

"Cross my heart and hope to die!"

The two made a pinky promise, as if sorrow was far behind them.

At nightfall, Selena was alone in the bedroom and the moon outside was once again a round shining orb. She walked to the window and stared at the huge moon from the window. The bright moon reminded her of better days with her family.

Alas, her family could never be reunited again.

As she watched the moon, she felt as if she could trace Pierre's face on the round surface. There were tears in her smile as she hastily retrieved the ultrasound report from her bag. "Pierre, do you see this? This is our child. He's still very small, but don't worry. I will do my best to raise him well, so that he can grow up to be healthy and happy with the other three." That was Selena's responsibility and her mission.

A knock sounded on the door, prompting her to keep the ultrasound report away. "Come in."

Joaquin poked his head in. "Mommy."

"What's wrong, Jojo?"

to Selena and noticed that her eyes were slightly red. "You cried

fine. It's just that I miss your

passed them to her. "These are the cards that Daddy left for you. I couldn't give them to you for many days,

at the stack of cards Pierre had

know when he would return, which was why

"Thank you, Jojo."

Joaquin gave her a smile before he cupped her face to plant a soft

threatened to fall. My son, my good sons. I have to continue living well for

still have you. I still have Jamie

as possible." Joaquin hated the fact that he was still a child and

on the cheek. "Don't be anxious to

room. She sat on the bed and looked at

still contained Pierre's familiar handwritings

my 88th day of being a monk." The drawing had depicted a monk whacking a wooden

couldn't help but

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