Emily’s POV.
My legs were stretched before me as I sat facing my balcony walls inside my room. I had my back a little bent and lying on the chair. Holding up the wine in my hand, I drank it after every few seconds, gradually accepting I could be a bad drinker.
My eyes watched a bird that flew from the top of a roof and came to perch on the balcony. It has different colors on its feathers and it reminded me of my favorite gift item from my mother.
I sniffed and turned my head on the chair facing the curtain and the mirror wall used to decimate the room and the balcony.
My mind drifted into the last days my mother lived. She would often cry about her health and I would beg my stepfather to please help.
Mother had given out her signature to him when he said he wanted to sell some of the
