After talking with Ariel, I went to my mom.
I wanted to talk to her.
And Logan doesn’t want to see my face, so I don’t want to go there and disturb him.
When I went to my mom’s room, she was sleeping.
So I close her door and went outside.
I will talk to her later.
Though she is behaving well, I know she is suffering like me.
She had become lean from the last time I saw her.
Her hair lost its color, and her face was showing wrinkles.
These incidents have made her lose the will of living, I know.
But, I can’t lose her.
I come downstairs and went toward the backyard.
This is the place where I used to play when I was a child.
I used to make my small house there and play with my dolls.
Mom, me, and my dolls. My tiny and beautiful world.
But then reality hits and I grew up.
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