IVAN’S POV

Twenty five years ago.

I laughed as I ran after the ball, excitement making my pace faster. I grinned when I was finally able to catch it. I turned back and waved at my mum. Her smile had me running back to her with my prize tucked under my arm.

“Mum, again.” I grinned, wanting to continue the game of throw and catch where she would throw the ball while I ran after it to catch it.

“Aren't you tired?” She asked, caressing my sweat-dampened hair. Lately, mum looked ...