I stared at the open screen of the laptop...
It had been 4 hours since I fought with Dad, and I haven't gone down stairs ever since.
My stomach grumbled and my hands shook from hunger but I refused to go down for some reason.
I was angry at him and I knew that but the fog of dread had engulfed me again making me blind to any kind of emotion. Something on the bed rang.
My phone.....
I ignored it.
At this moment, the pendant on my chest was the only thing keeping me afloat and my.... laptop.
There was a picture of Mom and I in our front yard, hugging each other.... smiling.
I wished she was here with right now, to help me find out what was right and wrong.... Did I actually mess up in my hassle to save Dad? Would he ever forgive me?
Am I a good daughter?
There was a knock on the do
