with the most caring, forgiving and kind eyes, although by the way she had acted, that was not what she deserved and she knew it.
“I’m sorry”, Sam finally uttered in a hardly audible voice.
“No worries, miss. I only answered one question as you didn’t give me the chance to answer both. I'm Kevin. I'm the master of the house. My father died a year ago so now it's only me and my mom. And our servant, Carla.”
“You’re the master of the house?” Sam asked puzzled as Kevin couldn’t be more than a few years older than her and the thought that he had his own house was overwhelming, especially as she had nothing more than the clothes she was wearing.
“Yes, miss” he said bowing again as if she was some princess and not a poor homeless wretch. This only made her feel even more uncomfortable.
“Is my mom… “ but she couldn’t finish her sentence. She didn’t have to. She knew the answer but it was as if only when someone else told her, it became real. She searched his tanned face but that only reassured her that she was indeed all alone in the world now and that what she had overheard the two women earlier was indeed true. Her mom was really gone.
“I’m sorry… miss… “ “Sam, my name's Sam.”