“Mom?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and blinking a couple of times. “Is that you?”
“Who else can it be?” She snapped and shrugged. “How are you feeling now?”
“I don’t understand.” A deep frown settled on my forehead. “What are you doing here?”
“What is there to understand?” She grasped my hand and closed her eyes momentarily. “Is it that unusual for a mother to save her daughter?”
“But… But you hate me.” Tears stung my eyes. “You said that you never wanted me to be born….”
“I never hated you, Ayame.” A defeated sigh left her lips. “The truth is that; all that anger, all that hatred was towards myself. It just got directed at you because you existed… I guess….”
Her words confused me even more. The lines on my forehead deepened. “Whatever is that supposed to mean?”
“I will tell y
