Diana
I felt lost, scared that i was going to make the boy cry when he saw my face like that, but i was wrong. All he did was play with the scarf that cover my face until he fell asleep.
Staring at him sleep, i began to wonder why i had almost said i didn’t want to look after him in the first place. “He is a nice boy.” Barbara pointed out.
I nodded my head in agreement, i had now seen it. “If the boy had gotten the proper care that deserved from his mother, then perhaps, he would have been so much better.” She added.
I’d seen the way Janine had always been with him, i heard about it but that was two different things. What i had heard was different from what i had seen so i am still finding it hard to believe.
Also, there is no way that they could tell me that she didn’t care about the
