The next morning Rose is more thoughtful while dropping Henry to school but Henry was a usual ball of energy around her.

　　As he climbs into her lap and places his tiny palms on either side of her face, the dimples on his cherubic face melt her heart. “Mama, you not hearing me. Will you come or not?”

　　Placing a soft kiss on his cheek, she answers, “I am so sorry my baby. Of course, I’ll go anywhere with you. But where exactly are we going this ...