“Mom…” Lucia mumbled softly to herself. It felt as though she had traveled back in time to when she was four years old. It’s just that she was no longer four. She had grown up. She was ruined and in pain.
“Yes, I’m your mother. Sleep, my child. Everything will be better once you wake up. Your path will be easier when you awake.” Dora covered her mouth with her hand. The first was always the most painful. There was an instant when she gave up. She did not want them to go through the divorce and be separated.
In the end, she stopped herself and pushed the thought away.
She could not be selfish to her family, which was why she had to be selfish to her.
Lucia stared at the doorway dully after Dora left. She sat for the entire morning and afternoon. When she stood up, she walked out like a
