BLAKE
"A divorce letter? She actually has the guts to send this?!" I watched my mother rage and exercise her anger round the living room.
The mailman had just delivered the papers few minutes ago. The house was back to how it used to be. Apparently, my mum had called back the house staff.
My speech was getting better. My mum had been so stubborn about my getting better that she had not taken my shits about giving up. She had stood her ground and forced me into getting better.
And I was secretly glad she had made me. I thought I could never be mothered anymore but mum had proved me wrong.
I had seen and heard everything that had been going on. It had added to my anger and hopelessness but if there was anything I had learned during this course of my sickness, it was that there were oth
