I heard the knocking on the door. It must be my mother.
"Come in." She entered, not looking herself at all. She was wearing all black, no makeup, and she has puffy eyes surrounded by redness. Okay, I should wait for worse.
"My dear Sarah, I am sorry." I don't want an apology. "Why you didn't tell me about the pain in your chest? Ethan told me you were hurting yourself. I thought that it was gone."
"Well, I wanted to, but you were enjoying your new life without me. Who am I to ruin it?"
"You're my daughter. I could've helped and tell you everything if I knew. I kept pushing the truth, thinking that you were not hurt anymore. I didn't want to hurt you saying things that you didn't supposed to know at all," She wept.
"You're the one that ignored me, and now you're saying you would tell m
