Chapter 3

Luna's POV

I hesitated for a long time before slowly returning to my room while leaning against the wall.

My room was converted from a small storage room. It was vastly different from Stella's room that got plenty of sunlight and lots of plants. I didn't have any windows in my room. I even had trouble turning around because of how cramped it was.

I searched around in the dark for a long time before pulling out a wooden box from under the deepest part of the bed. I fondly ran my fingers across it for a long time before placing it on the bedside table. I then took out my diary and switched on the small night light that Stella had tossed out.

I wrote a few sentences under the dim light. My body seemed to have reached its limit after I was done. Strangely, my stomach had stopped hurting.

I touched my stomach, feeling a little pleased. I silently thanked Mom in my heart. As expected, Mom had been right. I just had to drink some warm water when I was feeling ill to feel better.

Feeling a little sleepy, I tucked myself into bed and wrapped the blanket around myself after yawning a few times. My consciousness began to fade. I wanted to sleep for a little while. I would do the things that I wrote in the diary tomorrow.

I felt like I slept for a long time, but at the same time, I also felt like I had just blinked. My body felt light as if it was going to float above the clouds at any second.

I was a little shocked but also intrigued. I controlled my body, making myself float up and down continuously.

"I can pretend that I'm on a roller-coaster, Mom!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. "So, this is what it feels like to ride a roller-coaster!"

Mom had bought an annual pass at a nearby amusement park. There was a huge roller-coaster there. Both my classmates and Stella loved it.

Mom took Stella to the amusement park every weekend. I wanted to ride the roller-coaster too, but she never seemed to be able to hear my wish. Although we had visited the amusement park 32 times, I had never ridden the roller-coaster even once.

I had to share the good news with Mom as soon as possible. However, I couldn't be sure if Mom would be able to hear me this time.

My body began to float up uncontrollably the moment the thought took root in my mind. I arrived at a very beautiful place in the blink of an eye. I felt a little scared and wanted to hide, but my eyes lit up in the next second.

I had spotted Mom and Stella. Stella was interacting with a gorgeous mascot, while Mom was smiling and snapping photos of her.

I excitedly floated toward them and waved at Mom. "Look at me, Mom! I've learned how to fly!"

Mom didn't hear me as usual. I didn't find it strange since I had already gotten used to it. She smiled as she scrolled through her photo album.

I floated behind Mom and curiously took a peek. Her photo album was filled with Stella's photos. There were photos of her eating, sleeping, doing her homework, and playing. She looked as beautiful as a princess in the photos that Mom took of her.

I was filled with anticipation as Mom scrolled through her photos, hoping to see a photo of myself. However, I didn't see any. There were 7,321 photos in Mom's album. 7,000 of them were of Stella. The remaining 321 were group photos of Mom and Stella.

My excitement faded as a heavy feeling weighed down my heart. A long moment passed before I bit my lip and carefully said, "You've never taken a photo of me, Mom. Can you take one of me too?"

Mom lifted her phone in the next second.

I was pleasantly surprised that she was actually acquiescing to my request and frantically made myself look presentable. If I had known that Mom would be able to hear me that day, I would have worn the most beautiful dress in my closet.

I had used the money that my elders gave me during New Year to exchange it for a dress that Stella didn't want.

I should have fixed my hair too and worn the pink hair clip. Although Stella had only given it to me after two of the flowers fell off, it was the prettiest hair clip I owned.

I focused on making myself look presentable even as I felt a little vexed. I then fixed a wide smile on my face and held up a silly-looking victory sign.

However, my smile stiffened on my face in the next second.