The tree in the yard was probably the most relaxing place Lisa knew aside from the old bridge before it became off-limits. She loved it out here, even if her yard was not particularly large, she always managed to find some kind of peace. She would not have objected coming out here either way. Whenever Samuel was about to open up more or they wanted to spend time with each other, it was done under the tree most of the time. Just like every conversation some days were sad and others were wonderful. On bad days, this place was her escape, she would tune everything out and just sit under the tree, she felt better once she did that, and on good days it was a place that saw some laughter. Laughter was rare now, so if anything there were more smiles and some stress that they smiles would often hide.<br/><br/>This was probably the first time Samuel has ever spoken about his mother to her. Once in awhile she would get a small bit of information from him but it had always been very vague. She knew he had a horrible life growing up, that much was pretty obvious on its own, but had been ignorant to how bad; she never really wanted to pry into any of his business. Looking back at her own life she almost felt like a spoiled brat whenever she compared so she would keep to herself a little. Her friend had been the only person she would open up to, when she was gone there was nobody until Samuel came along. She was still worried about being completely open with him. There were times she wanted to break down and tell him everything, but no matter hard she tried it never ended well.<br/><br/>â€œSo, youâ€™re saying you resent your mother? Do you wish that she would have loved you like any normal mother would?â€ The question kind of slipped out. She plucked a weed out of the ground, focusing on it for a little. Any â€˜normalâ€™ child would want their parents to love them unconditionally, not ignore them or beat them, would they not? Maybe she shouldnâ€™t have asked such a question, knowing the answer was so obvious. Even as an adult, Lisa still wanted to spend time with her parents from time to time. She could not imagine growing up with someone who was barely a mother or motherly figure in general. Aside from the few arguments she would walk in on, typical family stuff and whatnot, there have not been too many issues with her parents. She was trying to place herself in Samuelâ€™s shoes, which was something she would never master.<br/><br/>Lisa lay down on her back and looked up at the morning sky. She closed her eyes, almost as if she was meditating. Placing herself in someone elseâ€™s shoes helped her connect with them a little more. For some reason she just could not do that with Samuel.<br/><br/>She sighed quietly and opened her eyes again, holding out the pen. â€œMaybe that wasnâ€™t the right way to go about that questionâ€¦â€ her words trailed off a little. She shook her head and sat up, stretching a little, not once taking her eyes off him. â€œYou know, since Iâ€™ve met you Iâ€™ve been fascinated by you. I donâ€™tâ€¦ I mean itâ€™s not like how everyone else seems to be fascinated. Itâ€™s not all about that gift of yours to meâ€¦â€ That was the first time she mentioned that to him. She looked away again, once more focusing on the pen. She was more thankful for that diary than she would admit. Maybe, whenever they came to her, she really should begin to write her thoughts down more often. That way the next time she and Samuel came out here with her she would have things she wanted to say all lined up.