Sun Mote Copse They will feign an expression of sadness

He wasn't ready for this. He hadn't been ready for his Dad to die, and he wasn't ready to confront the hurt that came with knowing he would never see his Dad again. But it had to happen at some point, and he'd been pushing it back, putting it off for long enough, and had reached his breaking point. When his Mom spoke, he trembled for a moment, and began to cry. He felt like there would never be an end to the pain he felt, like things couldn't possibly go back to anywhere near normal. Needing reassurance more than he ever had before, he moved forward to curl into a ball by his mother's side, pressing his face into her shoulder and weeping there for quite some time before he was finally able to think again. 

"I just want him to come back," He said bitterly. "I wanna see him again," he pleaded, looking up at his Mom with shimmering eyes, as though there was some way she might be able to make that happen. After all, she was his Mom- Moms were supposed to be able to do everything, weren't they?