Despite so many people, Ziyoon still opened the the passengers' side to let me in. I even have the time to check the people if they are looking on us but good thing they are busy going inside the bus also. I automatically get in, not having any second thought. I felt how Ziyoon's stare bore onto mine but I just look on the outside of the window, hiding my already flowing tears.
"I am your mother."
"I am your mother."
"I am your mother."
"I am your mother."
The same words keeps getting inside my head and at the same time, my heart keeps aching for I do not know why. By looking at her, I felt like the need to despise her but I could not. How could they say such things? It's not as if our parents aren't with us already and they will throw such fake revelations to me. Why can't these peo
