Chapter Twenty Six

       I put the dress in the basket. I lazily walk over the bed and plop on it. I rub my palm on my cheek and close my eyes. Oddly, I'm feeling calm. I hear the door clicking to open and weigh on the mattress. I keep my eyes close. 

      A familiar hand brushes on my forehead. I push myself in a sitting position opening my eyes, " Do you need anything? " I ask my mother. 

     " I know you hate me. Perhaps, it's the last time we are spending time together. " She says. 

      I control myself not to answer, " How was your journey? " I ask what stuck on my mind first. 

      " I enjoyed it, " She smiles. 

      I still love her. After all, she's my mother. But I'll never forgive her and she also knows it very well, " Is something important? " I ask her. 

      " Why don't you