Rick Riordan. Percy Jackson and the lightning thief (№ 161992)

I could up the mood because my mom just entered the room. Her eyes sparkled and changed color depending on the lighting. The smile was warm, like a warm quilt on a cold night. In my mother's long brown hair got some gray strands, but I never considered her old. When mom looked at me, it seemed like she sees me as only a good one.