Krystalina~
It’s almost night, and my mother hasn’t kicked me out yet. Well, don’t get me wrong. I have self-respect, and I would be deeply hurt if my mother actually threw me out but I love this home, and I really don’t want to leave.
Maybe I can give her the cheque, and she’ll let me stay, because I don’t really like living alone. I like the comfort of eating homemade food. I don't want to leave her alone again.
Living alone is scary.
“Krystalina…mi amor (my darling).”
My mother stepped into my room without even knocking. I can’t even have privacy in their own home.
But wait did my mother just call me mi amor? She stopped calling me anything sweet or using nicknames after my father’s death.
I looked up at her and pulled the blanket over me, hiding the contract and the cheque under
