CHAPTER THIRTY- FIVE
I WASN’T EXPECTING THE CELEBRATION of my mother’s birthday to be like this- seemingly a bigger gathering with tables and chairs filling up our backyard. I felt like shrinking immediately the moment I placed my feet on the doorstep, also considering the fact that it seems like they are in a certain theme because the guests were wearing the same color which is powder blue and white while I was wearing something darker which makes me utterly noticeable. When I stood on the doorstep where the door was wide open while the guests were coming and going and some were smoking in the driveway, I instinctively noticed how I caught their attention as I wondered, how badly did my sisters make me look like? Am I a murderer? Is it really my fault? I found myself running around the same set of questions I
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