If I truly loved him, then I would let him expand his horizons. In essence, this was what was meant to be all along.

Nevertheless, Casimir did not seem very captivated or intrigued by the girls at camp. He was enjoying himself and having a wonderful time, but I believe this was because he felt the presence of his mother. And because he was with me.

Later, after asking permission of one of the counselors, Casimir took me to the meeting hall and showed me his mother’s picture. She was smiling brightly, her eyes dancing with liveliness. I noticed that her hair was black with light brownish highlights, while Casimir’s was light brownish with black highlights.

One couldn’t tell their resemblance at a brief glance, but if one looked thoroughly, then they could perceive it.