Yashashree's POV
I hate seeing her like this.
So I decided to freely let me in her house.
I was shocked, she doesn't have any furniture inside her home.
The only thing that's in here is her clothes.
I can't help but be curious about what happened to her and why is she in this state.
I look around a little more. I went into her kitchen and saw a big pile of holiday cards, some of them are torn. But I still read them one by one. Each card the left my hand made me angrier. Once I was finished reading them all, I threw them hard on the ground.
What kind of parents are they?! Are they for real? Did they think about the consequences of their rendezvous?
I turn up the tap to drink some water but god damn there's no f*****g water.
I massaged my temple, to prevent myself from boiling up.
