“My daughter, isn’t there a boy you love in this world? It’s sad to see you alone for so long.”
“You can share the secrets of your heart with your mother. Tell me, is there something you love? I see you so melancholic lately. I’m worried for you. You know, you can’t hide these things to your mom.”
Syrtanyelle looks at the floor. She doesn’t speak. The secret that burdens her heart is too heavy to share.
“Reach out to me my love, don’t you trust me?” her mother says with some pain in her voice.