Chapter 12

I sat on the couch at the hospital reception, calculating what to do to take my mother out of here.

"Oh no, what will I do?" I am talking to no other person but myself.

"What seems to be the problem you have these days?" I heard Clara's voice. I raised my eyebrows to see her standing in front of me. She was illuminating my eyes with light.

I didn’t know how to tell her this. I gazed at her blankly, which conveyed deep emotion.

"There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m fine." I said sadly, I wish I had told her what I was doing to cause my heart to throb in pain, but how can I tell her?

"Your mouth may say another thing, but your eyes made it clear that you are lying." She holds me by the hand and caresses my cheek softly. I guess I should let her know that I want to work as a cleaner if there’s a way she can help me out.

"I’m looking for work," I said to her; she had her face smiling at me.

"Oh, that’s nice, you've decided on what to do." She was smiling at me and said she thought it was