There is a long moment of silence between us. I just stare back at my mother on the screen of my phone and she is doing the same. I don’t really know what to say after learning that she also has no answer for the question inside my head.
What should I do now?
"I'm sorry, Chan..." Mom suddenly apologizes and heaves a sigh.
She puts the cup of her tea down and leans back on the sofa.
I frown as I don't know what she is apologizing for. "Why are you saying sorry?"
"I know you didn't say anything before because you were worrying about hurting my feelings, but the way you looked at me that time, I know you were blaming me for all the things that happened to you..." she explains, and I can't deny that because it's true.
At one point, I really did blame her. I did that when I was still irra
