Exposing My Fake Sister with Mind Reading
After an entire afternoon, I felt more tired than when I used to process pig feed.
However, my seemingly delicate mother moved with boundless energy, wanting to browse through stores until she was completely satisfied.
Finally, when I felt like my legs were no longer my own, Mom stopped and contentedly carried her many packages home with me. However, when we got home, the atmosphere was deadly quiet.
Daniel sat alone on the living room couch, his brow furrowed in deep thought, and he was actually holding a cigarette.
Seeing us come in, he quickly stubbed it out, but looked at me with shame written all over his face.