Jasmine
My heart pounded within my ribcage with each step I took toward the living room. There, I was met with a startling sight. My mother was seated, her eyes scanning the surroundings. As soon as she saw me, she sat up. "Jasmine."
"What are you doing here, Mother?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"I'm here to support my daughter, of course," she replied, her gaze drifting to my baby bump. "Why do you look so thin? Haven't you been eating?" I couldn't believe her visit was solely about supporting me during my pregnancy.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before reopening them. "Mother, please. Why are you really here?" I questioned, my suspicions growing. I knew my mother well enough to know that she didn't do anything without a reason. She was never one for niceties, and somethi
