"You have to do whatever it takes to stay alive, Angelo. Even if it means lying, cheating, or killing. You have to do it, otherwise, you're the one who's going to die. You have to live. Remember that your life is precious, Angelo."
Those are the words that my mother will always tell me whenever she snuggles me in the middle of the night in our small, dark, and cramped room.
And in the middle of the night, when I wake up due to me being a light sleeper, I would always feel her flinch and jolt with every sound that comes up around us. Even though she's asleep, the sounds that manage to slip through her sleeping state give me the impression that she'll wake whenever she hears something that doesn't sound right.
Like someone's heavy footsteps treading through the wood. Or the slight clickin
