“We had one daughter, your mother.” Laszlo nods at Zsofia and tears begin to build in his eyes and hers as well. “But she fell ill shortly after Tamas was born and you were only four when your mother passed.” He looks away as he wipes the tears from the corner of his eyes.
“You and grandmother took us in but then she too became ill and passed away just before I turned six.” The memories of losing her mother and grandmother are painful to Zsofia and recognizing this, Stephen puts his arm around her as they wait for the details of the story to continue.
“It was around that time, just months after my wife’s death that Stephen’s grandfather and grandmother moved into his family’s home.” He stops and looks around the room, “this home.” He looks over at Klara who is quietly listening. “Your grandfather and I had lost touch for several years and upon his return was the first time I realized who he married.”
“Your first love.” Zsofia says softly.
“Yes, I was surprised to say the least, but I had grown beyond that relationship and most importantly, I was thankful to have my childhood friend back in my life.” He smiles as he glances at the fireplace. “It was like being a kid again, we would meet for drinks and I helped him work on the manor when they began to update rooms or make repairs. Those days were very good to us.” His voice fades as he looks down at his fingernails.