Keila Forger's Point of View
As soon as the heat of the situation died down inside our home, I found myself packing all of my basic necessities back into my luggage bag that I emptied only a few days ago. My powder, lotion, and other toiletries, underwear, loose shirts and pajamas all of it — stuffed inside in a chaotic mess that makes me look like a burglar that's about to flee.
"Ma?," I shouted to my mother when I couldn't find the results of my previous checkups that I surely put inside the drawer of my dresser. "Have you seen my medical reports?," I asked, loud enough for her to hear even though she stayed outside to serve drinks to the visitors.
It only took a few seconds and I heard the metallic noise of the doorknob turning and creaking of the heavy door. My mother stepped insi
