CHAPTER FOURTY-EIGHT
JULIE
While we were cooking breakfast, Anne inevitably asked me about me. And I tell her all the whole truth. Because what's the use of my lying if I know how good they are.
As I talked to her about everything that has happened to me and my parents, I saw nothing but tenderness in her expression. No pity, no judgment.
She told me how strong I am. And how my mom is lucky to have me.
She even told me that if some time I have the courage to forgive Mom, I should do it. And give my mom a chance. Maybe try to talk to her.
I get what she wants because she’s a mother herself too. And I appreciate her point of view.
We ate breakfast with his Dad. We did nothing but talk and laugh. This is the kind of meal I've longed for in Eric's family. But they can't give it to me
