Valerie’s POV
“Val,” I turned to see my mother standing at the door.
“Mother, Why are you just standing there? Is everything okay?” I asked.
She maintained eye contact with me, staring deep into my eyes as though there were some hidden truths that she had the intention of digging out.
“Mom, please what's wrong? You do know that I can't stand that look on your face. What’s bothering you, mom? Let us talk about it. I hate seeing you on like this. And you know I hate that look you have on your face right now.
“What else can I do or say? How would a mother be happy when her child is not? That is evil.” She finally let the cat out of the bag and at that moment, I knew exactly what was wrong with her.
I leaned back into my bed, with my arms loosely folded across my chest. I watched her s
