Kendra's Point of View.
"I'm exhausted," I whispered as I pushed the door open, holding the bag of gifts she had presented to me, my mother jerking up from her sleep as the stuff thudded to the ground.
"What's all this?" She asked, wiping her starry eyes with the back of her hand to look at them clearly.
"Gifts from the person who I think hates me the most," I answered her and dumped myself on the bed.
"You haven't told me what happened," Mom complained, her hands roving around the bed to find me, pulling me closer to her in the almost dark room, the sun was about to hide behind the mountains, filtering from the few windows we had, bathing our room amber gold.
"I'll tell you, just not now," I replied to her, moving accordingly to her touch as her hands found me.
"Why?" She asked pull
