Author's POV:

The little Keshav had no idea when his mother passed away. All he knew as a child was that she was sick—terribly sick—and that every breath she took seemed heavier than the one before. She used to smile for him, even when her lips trembled with pain, even when her skin turned pale and her eyes lost their light. Keshav was too young to understand what “blood cancer” meant; all he could see was that his mother was fading before his eyes. And one day, she brought him —to stay with the man who was his biological father.