As my gaze dropped to the medicine, my brows furrowed. It’s the medicine that my psychiatrist recommended to me before.
Before, Mom told me that there was something wrong with how I think. I didn’t know what exactly she was talking about, but not given a chance to argue, she brought me to a psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist told me I have anxiety, causing me to have hallucinations at times. But every time I ask where it came from, the doctor couldn’t even give me an answer.
And Mom? She’s always persistent in everything. But in that situation, where she should ask for more details since it's my mental health we’re dealing with, she’s silent.
“I already took some earlier,” I said slowly, shaking my head. “You told me to drink it just once a day.”
“I know.” Her lips curved into a smile, bu
