“No need. The doctor said I can’t be saved.”
My voice was barely a whisper, and I closed my eyes as I readily accepted my fate.
The next day, neither Joan nor my mom came. Instead, my neighbors came to see me.
They helped take care of me and even asked the doctor how to help.
They said that perhaps my mom was busy taking care of Joan after her surgery.
However, I already knew the truth. I pretended not to hear and chatted with them instead.
Later, I saw a post Joan made online. She and my mom were at Disneyland.
In the photo, my mom had a cute bandage on her forehead. She was wearing a headband, probably because Joan had asked her to.
Back when I was a kid, I hit my head and had to shave part of my hair to stitch the wound. When I got home, Joan told my mom I looked scary and ugly.
After that, my parents gave me a hat and made me wear it. It was all because Joan did not like how I looked.
Anyway, my neighbors kept visiting every day.
Today, they brought porridge, and I manag
