SERENE POINT OF VIEW
I heard the bathroom door opened.
“You are talking to your dad,” my mom said. “Saying something?”
I looked down.
“Nothing,” I said. “I just wanted to greet them.”
“Okay,” she said. “You can use the bathroom now.”
I walked away and swing my hands on the wind.
I felt my mother’s hand hold me.
“This way, my dear,” she said.
I just smiled.
When I reach the bathroom and after closing the door my legs immediately became weak. The tears that I am stopping from since earlier have burst. I covered my mouth so my mother would not be going to hear my sob. I quickly search for the sink and when I found it I open the faucet so the water can hide my sob.
My heart is breaking.
After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door.
“Are you done, my dear?” my mom asked me.
