Atarah Klyte
We were having breakfast and they were talking while I was quietly listening to them. I couldn't help but glance at Charl who was smiling while chatting with Mom, Dad, and Ate.
I saw a different Charl last night, his eyes were different, and you could see the pain he was feeling. What's his problem?
Atarah? What do you care about him? Just leave him alone, okay? It doesn't matter whether he has a problem and he's hurting. You should be happy instead to pay him back.
But from what I see now, it seems like he doesn't have a problem because I can read from his eyes that he's happy. Maybe the tears I saw falling from his eyes were just my imagination.
I drank water and looked at the clock. "Mom, Dad. Gotta go," I said to them, so Charl and my sister also looked at me.
"Mommy
