Chapter One

Going through a lot of things will teach you to look into people's eyes just as I was doing now.

I've lived with Aunt Mae for about six months, the longest I'd stayed with anyone and that was partly because Aunt Mae talked a lot so her cheerful voice managed to drown out my thoughts sometimes. Not just that, aunt Mae looked at me the way a mother would love at her child, something I never experienced even though I had a mother.

Aunt Mae was also the kind of lady who would smile a smile that passed a message. "it's okay, I understand, I feel what you feel too." The hugs she gave me every morning when I woke up and at night before I went to bed, much like she did her son, made me feel better, it made me feel normal too. Throughout my stay here I hadn't lit a cigarette even once, in a way Mae made people forget their pain.

          

           However, today I didn't feel like Aunt Mae was any of those