Emma Watson
"Mother!" My heart beamed with joy as I saw my mother awake.
"Mummy, you are awake!" I rushed toward her, hugging her.
"I never thought you would call me that again," she spoke.
"I'm sorry, Mum. I was very upset. I didn't mean for the accident to happen," I let the free liquid flow down my face.
"No, dear, don't be." She retorted, patting my head.
"I should be the one apologizing, dear," her voice was sober. "I shouldn't have compared you to your sister and made you feel less of yourself.
"Henceforth, I promise to treat you better and do right by you, my lovely daughter," she pulled me into a hug again.
That was it—the feeling I craved, the feeling of belonging, the feeling of being loved.
I couldn't believe I was foolish enough to have wanted to throw
