FRIDA
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My mother could not stay with me for long. Especially since the man that was supposed to be my our side, cuddling us and telling us that everything will be fine, that I will be fine, was in his room waiting to be called down to dinner,and there would be a big problem if my mother did not get dinner prepared in at most two hours.
However, when she pulled out of my embrace, I could tell there was something else that bothered her. It was not just my father's gruesome attitude towards us, but it was something else. I had felt this same unease from her on the day I had somehow burnt down the chemistry lab. And it was here again.
I could not ignore the feeling that there was something she knew, something that she was refusing to talk about. I could only wonder what it was.
Whe
