Today marks one week since I’ve been staying at my parents' house, and honestly, it’s been fun. The wound on my finger has healed, leaving only a small scar behind. Liam hasn’t called me to return to his house.
Today, Helen Dad is celebrating his birthday, and he invited us. Normally, my dad would quickly come up with an excuse to avoid us going because of my health, but this time I pleaded with him. For crying out loud, I only have a few months left on this damn earth. I just want to enjoy it.
“Alina, be fast!” Mom yelled from downstairs.
“I’m coming already,” I called back, hurrying down the stairs.
“How do I look?” I asked with a smile when I reached them.
“You look like the princess you are,” Dad said, stretching out his hand. I placed mine gently in his, and he helped me down th
