I asked her to leave and that I will eat in sometime but she refused. She made me go to the washroom and get fresh.
I came out dressed up. She sat next to me and fed me. The same way she used to feed me, when on weekends I used to be with her when I was five. Though, at times she used to play with me and slowly slowly feed me while running after me.
She is the mother I wish my mum was.
She helped me clean my room, actually she did most of the cleaning while my 16 year old self keep complaining that I can do this on my own when she leaves.
But she refused, " No, I'm not leaving you. I know you will not do this the moment I step out of room" she stated and that was true too.
But that wasn't the answer to my dilema, whether I should protect myself or tell my brother the truth?
She as
