I answered you honestly, "I like cute stories, like romance stories, and even trying stories of overcoming obstacles to be with who you love. I also like the books that consist of cute little poems." I saw your face brighten as you listened to me intently, the lady that had been pushing you gave me a tender smile, that lady was your mother whom I had seen years ago. You struggled to push yourself out of your wheelchair and wobbled as you supported yourself on the counter. Your cheeks turned red in embarrassment and I chuckled, I hope I didn't offend you... I just thought it was cute.