Lucettia's Point of View:
My mother and I have been quiet for quite a time. And as much as I would like to take back what I told her earlier because she looked hurt, I just could not do it. I might have really hurt my mom this time.
But as I expected from her, she was still composed. She did not show her weakness and even smiled before she became silent again.
She was always like this whenever she felt the gap between us. She was always pretending to be okay even if she really wasn’t. She always put on a happy façade, even if she was hurting inside.
As I looked at her, I could not help but think that my mother had become a robot. She’s no longer the person I knew. She was becoming numb and that was what I actually feared the most.
“Honey…” She reached out for my hand that was on the t
