The Day Mom Cut My Last Lifeline
Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed.
So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers.
Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity."
At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?"
Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time."
Late