After figuring out the whole issue, I realized that there was no reason for me to have any doubts. I did not understand what Diane was going through. As I was not her, I could not completely relate to her. So, instead of putting myself in her shoes, I decided to agree with her no matter what she said. I had no dark secrets except from the fact that my father was a convict and my mother did not care about me. Maybe she did, but she was someone who placed money over her own children. The whole funds that was spent on us were either earned by us, or something triggered it. And that made much sense. The universe cannot give you what you settle less for, and I believed it. I knew if my mother died a day, I would cry, throw a tantrum, lock myself indoors and talk to no one. But I was not sure if
