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he said. “I was a little busy dad please can you at least just send 300$ so I can hold up?” she begged her dad as he listened to her and let out a sigh. “Alright Leo I will try” she stared at her shoes for a moment knowing when he said he will try he just might take two more months before sending. “I am a little busy dad, I will call you back, love you” she said as she dropped the call. She sent her hands into her joggers and there it was her last 20$ staring right back at her as she walked into the room to listen to Ethan Rays who could wipe his butt with 20$ and not feel a pain.

Mom remained frozen for a full five seconds before letting out her second shriek of the day, this one more anguished than the one she'd let out on the field. She finally got the whole picture. I wasn't just "stubbornly digging my heels in". In the last few minutes of my life, I'd used all the strength I could muster to write a final message to her. But she'd been too busy teaching the class to see what was happening less than 250 feet away, separated by only a wall and some windows. Mom slid off the chair, falling onto her knees. Her head even banged against the concrete floor. "Julia… I had no idea… I swear I didn't know… You came back… You came back but… I didn't hear you… I was the one wh

" Mom kept talking to herself while tears slid down her face and fell into the oatmeal, sending small ripples across the surface. I guessed she had sensed it somehow. Maybe there really was such a thing as a mother-daughter bond. Her voice was soft, as though she was afraid of waking me. Then, she picked up the bowl of oatmeal, sat in front of me, and took one spoonful at a time. "This oatmeal is really good. Won't you have some with me, Nat?" Her hand trembled as she spoke. In an instant, the bowl and spoon slipped from her grasp and shattered against the floor. Still, I showed no sign of waking. At last, Mom couldn't hold herself together anymore. She buried her face against my shoulder an

—crossed his features, showing a rare glimpse of emotion: "Even you think that way?" The words were soft, almost wounded. Through my tears, I asked the question that had haunted me for years: "I just want to know what you said." I stepped closer to him, close enough to see the flecks of gray in his eyes. "What words could be so powerful that they drive people to die rather than live with them?" I remembered Mom's final moments—how she looked at me with the same terror as Ethan, then turned and ran. How her legs pumped frantically as she raced toward the silver pit.

I walked over to the balcony, enjoying the wind before softly replying, "I've called you like this several times before, Yohan." It was also my first time being a mother. I felt anxious and did not know what to do every time Julian got sick. Even with the family doctor present, I still called Yohan with trembling hands. My voice broke whenever I begged for him to come home. However, I could still recall his icy reply back then. I replied, "You told me, it's one thing I couldn't take care of myself, but how could I fail to take care of Juli as well?" "Naomi, I—" Yohan's voice was hoarse.

I turned and pretended to ask into the ward. Mom was still unconscious, so naturally, she didn't respond. I spread my hands and said, "See? Even Mom doesn't want me breaking the rules." Ethan's eyes were bloodshot as he screamed at me, "Are you insane? How is she supposed to answer you when she's like this? I'm telling you now. Either you save her, or we're getting a divorce! You won't get a single penny from me!" I didn't even look up. I just continued texting on my phone.

Mom said as she used her left hand to pat my back. I let out a huge sigh of relief as part of me felt relieved that she didn't hear our conversation. I slowly raised my head from her shoulder and stepped back, looking at her. “I will handle my own affair, so stay away from my family.” “I will not because I refuse to let another woman suffer from your hand the way I suffered from your father's hand. Cassius, I will never accept her no matter what,” she said, and I burst out into heavy laughter. Mom looked at me as if I went crazy, but right now I was going more than just being crazy.

She remarked, her voice imbued with a forced cheerfulness, "Such a radiant day outside, isn't it, darling?" But young Alfred, despite his tender years, possessed an uncanny ability to discern beneath the surface. His perceptive blue eyes, a mirror to his father’s, scanned his mother's face. "Mama," he ventured, an undercurrent of worry lacing his words, "your eyes betray a story different from your words. They're clouded, distant, as though lost in some profound thought."

Please, mommy! " Mommy is very tired…" Kia said and looked at his mother. " Don't worry, mommy is feeling very good. I will do that with you guys, okay?" She said and smiled as she walked up to them. " Now, go and hide yourselves. Five … four…." She said while they hurriedly went ahead to hide themselves. As soon as Kim and Honey got to a point, they stumbled on each other but Kia hurriedly stood up and went to hide, leaving Beauty there for a second.

Tears started to pool in her eyes, and I could hear her whimpering behind her hands. “Oh, my girls. Look how beautiful you are” she sobbed and fanned her face. “Thanks Roe” I smiled at her, “Thanks Ma” Nat cooed. “Come here you two” she held her arms out for us and we stepped into them simultaneously, wrapping her up in our arms. Roe wound one of her arms around my shoulder tightly and squeezed. “My daughters” she gushed with another sob. “Mum, cut it out or you’ll ruin your makeup” Nat jeered as she pulled away.