Hers are bigger than his, wrapping his up, but looking similar in their delicacy, the fair skins, the slim fingers, both ringed and one painted and long, the other trimmed and only painted a colorless gloss.
He does take after her a lot. He supposes that if he had been a girl, he would be a carbon copy of his mom, a twin.
He already looks so much like her, but his masculinity sometimes alters some features, which ends the resemblance somewhere.
Either way, he is the male version of her, a mini her, only in a boy version. She claims he is perfect and loves him. Day loves his mother loves him a lot too. She is everything to him.
"I am sorry he hurt you, Day. He had no right to make you feel that way. Did you believe him?"
"I did … that's why I did what I could to not disappoint you because …" he hesitates.
"Tell me everything. I am here tonight for you."
"I felt that you didn't want me to come here. If I were to come, he was part of the deal."
