When Lake finally managed to stop himself from crying, he and Rush are now sitting on the grass, facing each other.

"Now I know why Mommy is so distant to me ever since I was a child." He told Rush in narration. "In a way, I understand her, you know. She was raped. She's mad at my father. And I remind her of what happened. But still, a big part of me wants to be angry at her." He admitted.

Rush just listened. His hands were caging Lake's small ones, like he's giving him the strength to continue.

"It was not my fault." Lake's tears started to appear again. "I just wished she had been a mother to me." He stated forlornly.

"Whatever it is that happened, it did not happen without a reason. There were lessons learned. And that's what matters. We learned something from it." Rush finally said. He pulled Lake and encased him in his arms again.

They remained that way for around five minutes. No one talked. They just savored the silence.

"Home?" Rush asked breaking the silence.

"Yes, please," he answered.

Lake felt so tired. So much had happened that day. He didn't know what was waiting for him tomorrow, but he didn't care.