THIRD PERSON POV*BEEP**BEEP*Joanabe's eyes open slowly, and she scans through the room. She looks at her arms with dextrose attached. She heavily sighs when she turns her head to the right. There is a woman on her side, sleeping like a log. She shakes the sleeping body, and its response a hum. The woman stretches her body and looks at Joanabe sadly. Joanabe stretches her body. She positions herself in front of the woman beside her.A tear fall on her face as she says the word, "Mom."**SLAPS**Her mother's eyes reflect anger and scold her, "Joanabe! Why did you do it? How DARE you do it! You don't know what I feel. I was so worried about you. You didn't bother to contact me for months, and now I see you like this!" Joanabe cries and pleads to her Mom, "Mom! I am so sorry, please, forgive me. I do not know what to do anymore. I feel so useless. I feel o lonely. I've lost everything. Forgive me, Mom! Please! Please!"**SLAPS**This time the slap is strong for her face to withstand. H

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV"Joenabell, are you still awake?" Cheryl asks me, holding me close to the chest, and I pretended to sleep by closing my eyes forcibly, so I hope she won't notice it. I don't really want to get caught for this.This is exciting. I wonder what kind of mother Cheryl would be since she always loves children compare to me, but what do you know, I become her daughter, f***k this."So cute! You look like your father while you are sleeping innocently." Cheryl couldn't hide her feeling of the delight of having a child.I feel that I already hated myself for looking like a carbon copy of my father's sleeping face. I wouldn't want to look like him if I had the chance. I rather, take Cheryl's face voluntarily."Sweet dreams, my baby." She kissed my forehead but--"BWAH!" I started saying random things that my mouth can say in a cute face. I want to see Cheryl's reaction on her face.She looks so shocked. 'Heh! I caught her!'"You are still awake! Are you fooling me, Joena

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV "Daddy I am hungry," I said in confidence with my bright smile I just want to tease them since they are spoiling their daughter, so I want to take advantage of this opportunity. "Where do you want to eat? Fastfood chains?" Kane asks me seriously. "Honey, we can bring Joenabell in our favorite restaurant," Cheryl said in enthusiasm, clapping her hands, and smiles brightly in her seat. *WOW! I AM A CERTIFIED THIRD WHEEL SINCE I DO NOT FEEL LIKE THEIR DAUGHTER.*  I am guessing their favorite restaurant is Diner Casimir. "Diner Casimir, It is," Kane nods while watching his wife happily. *BINGO! I KNEW IT. YOU BROUGHT ME THERE ONCE KANE, BUT IT IS JUST THAT YOU TOLD ME SOMETHING THAT BREAKS ME INTO PIECES THAT I MISSED TO EAT A FOOD THERE.* "Okay!" I said in a pitchy voice as little kids do to

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POVKarene is surprised and is caught off guard by my sudden question."Why are you asking an odd question like that, Joenabell?" She balances the mop from the wall to the ground. "I am just curious," I said looking down at the ground."Life is too short, I believe, but if I ever get the chance to live twice, I will not do the things I regret the most in my life again." I look at Karene's sincere face. Her eyes show certainty. I wish I can do what she said."What did you regret the most in your life, Karene if you do not mind me asking?" We maintain our eye contact and her eyes become teary."I-I left home to work without saying goodbye to my parent because I want to be independent I thought I can stand on my own, but it sucks to say that I am not." She cracks up speaking in her voice and covers her eyes from me, but I can tell she cries.*SHE MUST MISS HER FAMILY SO MUCH FOR HER TO BEAR*Hearing Karene sad words ache me somewhat I know and I understand how it fee

Joanabe (Joenabell) POV I smirk happily that Leonel starts eating the cereal with me. He never notices my glances on him because he seems to be enjoying his time eating the cereal. He is the type of person who acts as he hates it but deep inside of him, he likes it.  The sound of the crunchiness of cereal in our mouth becomes perceptible in this rectangular table. The cereal has one scoop left so I offer it to him, "Leonel you can have rest of the cereal because I'm good." "No, you can have it you were hungry." He insists. "No, you can have the last scoop you were drooling on it." I tease. He blushes, "No, it is yours. I won't take it." Leonel puts his spoon on the table not wanting to eat the last scoop of the cereal. "I invited you to eat with me so be my guest," I stand my ground. He sighs heavily, "I can't ea