Chrysan's POV
A day passed after Uncle Samson blurted "that" out that my mother has a similar case to mine. At first, I can't really figure out why it has to be Mom. Normally, I would be happy since I know someone has a situation like us but it's the opposite for me. If she's really my mom then it would really difficult for me to approach her since there's a huge chance that he will tell our concern to Dad and I don't want that to happen.
"You've been preoccupied lately, I've been wondering what's going on inside your head," Hugo stated out of the blue while eating barbeque.
We are now in front of our bonfire even though it's just noontime. We used the fire to cook our lunch— just a little bit of common sense.
That's right, ever since I'm back here from my parent's place, I haven't me
