"It's fortunate that the truck only bumped us from behind, I might suffer from serious injury at that and split my head open," I ended my story with a smile. But the man in front of me still can't calm down. He still wouldn't meet my eyes and kept on shaking his leg while the doctor looked over my head. Levi was with Nurse Lucia in the pediatrics section, and I'm kind of embarrassed because I don't need a VIP room. "I'm fine," I insisted. I just hit my head, and the scar I believed was cured already isn't, so they have to re-stitch it and do some sort of other things all while I'm awake. It feels like I'm a cloth that they stitched, I'm calmer, though, than the first one where I balled my eyes out with tears. I kept what really happened a secret and just went with the story Thomas made up, it hurts but he didn't do that again after that accident, and after that, my sister became pregnant and I finally got out of the picture. Levi's old enough to be left alone in the house, so I d

What I wanted for Levi was nothing but the best. I think every mother thinks that, but not everyone is capable of doing that. For me, I'm capable. It's already lying in front of me, I just have to grab my spoon and swallow it. That's exactly what I did. So we're packing our bags again, preparing to move out for the third time. Levi was hesitant at first, but when I explained we were moving to his father's place, his eyes suddenly lit up. "You know what, Ma, Daddy's place is so wide and beautiful! He has this huge living wall on the stairs, and the garden has chess pieces! The pieces are taller than me! And in the dining, there's a big aquarium with fishes, coral, and algae, and it has an infinity glass pool a movie theater, and a little candy station with my train station! And miniature cars!" Based on the child's description of his father's house, it's obvious that he has been there a couple of times. "How did you know that? Did you go there already?" Levi put his hands over h

"Trevor..." I called, and then I fully opened my eyes. I clutched the white blanket that served as a cover for my bare body. I feel like I've been staring at the ceiling for a whole damn time now. Rays of the sun were peeking behind the thick black curtains that surrounded the room. This was the master's bedroom of the house. At least I know where I am now. The man shifted from my side. "Did I trip and fall into your bed?" I said mindlessly, still staring at the ceiling. For a woman who got drunk last night, I feel like my brain's being chopped on a butcher's place alongside the pigs. A pair of eyes fell on me, and I don't need to look at who's that person because I already knew it too damn well. "Sulli, if you want to sleep, just sleep. This is our bed. What are you talking about?" he grunted, and I gripped the blanket tightly. "No, I'm naked. Did we do something?" My face was flushed when I finally decided to look at him. "Yeah, anyone that's in a relationship would do and in

"But I don't feel anything weird, doc?" Why do I sense that they're all trying to persuade me into something that would make me feel ashamed of myself?"Here, take this Sulli." Damien got his business card and gave it to me with a smile. "You can call me anytime if you want assurance." I can't help but think there's a hidden meaning behind his last sentence. I looked at his business card just to avoid looking at him. "Ms. Tomoya, if you want we can run some tests again, and maybe have an understanding of your disease, after all, I'm a great oncologist." Doctor Rea beamed. My eyes lit up and I wanted to hug Doctor Rea right then and agree but my peripherals caught a glimpse of Damien looking so gloomy. I'm not one to trample on the pride of others, especially if it's right. For sure, Damien didn't become a doctor easily, he had to build brick by brick the title he has now, and it's going to look so bad if I asked Doctor Rea for a second opinion in front of him. I have to lower m

People say you can't bring back the past, all you can do is accept it and move on, but they forget that you can reminisce then cry over it and regret it until you become numb all over. Just like what I did last night, after our conversation, my thoughts kept me up all night. I slept in the guest room, and I still don't have the willpower to feel at ease; I still feel awkward and uncomfortable. I guess this was what I reaped after all these years: I don't deserve to be happy. The result of overthinking last night was that I hadn't slept even a wink. I arrived at school in the earliest as possible and sunk my nose into whatever work time put me. Being a teacher wasn't my plan at all, but it was written as my third choice in my college application, so maybe I did add it to my plan. So when I was studying education, I was at a loss, because that's not really what I wanted to study, but then again, after I had my degree, I aimed to be at law school, I pushed my luck and called myself th