I was scanning through the files and all the documents inside the luggage appeared to me were confidential proof of assets and properties named after Charlotte Cascioffero. How could I at least contact this person when I can't even understand any of the wordings?
Disappointed, I returned everything inside the luggage and just went downstairs. What made me feel more balked is seeing the rest of them happily laughing at the dining. Great how everyone is here yet here I am in the gloom.
Everyone shut right the moment after I pull out the wooden chair and nestled to sit. I hate how everyone becomes silent as they all look at me like some kind of an intruder in the family. Much more to my dismay, everyone hastily takes turns in serving me food just soon after I pick the spoon and fork.
"You don't have to do this," I sigh. It's just too annoying knowing I can do it on my own.
My mother who is sitting adjacent to me answers, "I hope you don't take this on us, we just miss having you around.
