"You're very adorable here," Audrey commented, pointing at one of my pictures.
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I felt my cheeks heated.
"What's adorable about that? I look like a wimp in there. I mean just look at my enormous glasses. Basketball clothes and glasses don't match."
She giggled and said, "That's what made you adorable and there's nothing wrong about basketball players with glasses."
We just finished practicing Audrey's script, and she was amazing as always. Her character was Jo Stockton.
Her personality with her character are matched. It's perfect. She's fun, clever and cute.
We're in the living room at the moment, looking at old pictures. I've never done this with Pier though. It was new to me.
When she flipped the next page, my heart started to pound. I saw that man again.
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"You are the little boy in this picture, right?" she asked. I just nodded.
"Oh. Are they your parents?"
I felt like tearing apart. I have to calm down and act natural.
"Yes. This beautiful woman on the left is my mother. Her name is Mildred Wilson. She died when I was just 9 years old because of cervical cancer." I felt my mouth began to wobble but I still tried to get it together.
She seem to notice the way I acted, her eyebrows furrowed. She look worried.
'I can do this. I could tell her about him.'
"And that man on the right is my father. His name is Winton Dean. He left farming to become a dentist and moved the family to Santa, Monica but when mother died, we broke apart. He sent me back here to live with Aunt and Uncle. That's the beginning of the separation between me and him," I said, my voice shaking. My fingers delicately tracing my family photo.
'We were happy in here. What happened to us?'
As I was lost in thoughts, Audrey put her head on my shoulder and took my hand.
"James, I'm sorry."
My eyes stings now, I could already feel tears gathering.
"James?" she said softly.
Before I knew it, tears started rushing down my face. For the first time, I broke down and cry in front of her.
She then cradled me into her arms and I held tighter. She shushed softly and began to stroke my back.
"Let it all out," she whispered.
"This is so embarrassing," I replied.
"It's not. Just let it all out. I'm here for you. I'm here to listen to you, and I'm here to comfort you. I'm all yours."
She then grabbed a tissue and gave it to me. I sniffed and wiped my nose.
She kissed my forehead and smiled. I smiled instantly.
'She's all I need.'
"Thank you for being here, sweetheart."
"I'll always be here," she replied.
My heart jumped in joy.
We both laughed and continued looking at more pictures.
