Adulthood was just a facade, it was a position that you held to feel like you had greater responsibility. They said that if you were an adult you would never cry to your mother.
It was all a lie, it was all fake.
The ache in her heart was like pounding a needle into your palm.
"Mom," Aria said with a broken voice. She didn't want to break down on the phone.
"How are you dear, you never even gave me a call last month," Her warm voice was like the wind of the mid mountains. It was soothing and calming.
"I'm f..fine," Ariana replied before she swallowed the pain in her throat.
"You know you can't lie to your mother my dear. Tell me what is wrong?" She asked calmly.
Mrs brown knew her daughter needed her help, she felt the pain and the trauma her daughter was going through. She felt the
