"Tilda, are you sad? What's wrong?"

His innocent eyes were as shiny as the stars in the night sky.

Tilda managed to hold back all the emotions in her heart and regained her composure. Touching his head softly, she answered, "No."

“Stop lying to me, Tilda. You look unhappy."

A few seconds later, he continued, "Is it because I decided to let Lyndon be my father all by myself?"