Viola walked over to tuck him in and kissed his little face.
Going to Jonathan's room, his blanket was neatly tucked in, and he slept in a well-ordered position. Viola gazed at his handsome sleeping face, touching his hair.
About to leave...
"Mom." Jonathan opened his eyes, his dark pupils steadily watching Viola.
"Did Mom wake you up?" Viola's gaze was gentle.
Jonathan shook his head, "I wasn't asleep, Mom."
"Why aren't you asleep?"
"Mom, am I really your and Dad's child?"
Jonathan's words caught Viola off-guard, "Why would you ask that? Did someone say something to you?
Jonathan shook his head, "I had a dream. I dreamed that Mom and Dad didn't want me anymore and said I'm not your child, that I was found."
With that, tears slipped from Jonathan's eyes into his hair, "Mom, I'm really your child, aren't I?"
