Yvan’s POV:
[Childhood Years]
“Wait, let me pack my things for a minute, Mom. I’ll come with you.” I simply said when I saw my mom leaving our house with her luggages. Her face is so red, super mad but she’s trying her best to maintain her poise.
I just got home from school only to witness my parents’ fight again. My siblings were just there watching them fight. I’m used to this set-up. We are used to this. They will argue, mom will leave the home, and I will come with her, then they will get back together again after a week or a couple. That’s their cycle. As a Mom’s boy, I always come with her and of course, so she can still have someone that can look after her.
“Yan, are you going with mom?” Yareli asked.
“Yes, baby.” I simply answered. I packed my things faster because mom
