Hazel's POV
I am on sitting on the sofa while my mom is in the kitchen. Savannah already went out to meet few old friends of hers. Of course, my dad is with her. They said they want to take an evening walk around the neighborhood like they used to do.
I look around and nothing has changed. The walls are the same. The furniture is the same. This is the house I grew up in. The scent in this house is still familiar too.
My mom gives me a cup of coffee and I smile at her.
"Is something wrong?" She asks and I nod.
"Does it concern Savannah?" She asks again.
"It concerns me the most. I am the worst parent ever, mom. I just.." I pause for a second and feel tears beginning to pool in my eyes already, "I just don't know how to fix it"
My mom takes the coffee cup from my hand and place
