“Mr. Luna came to meet me yesterday and he brought flowers for me again!” Tracy boasts!
I stand still for a few seconds and feel a sharp pain in my chest. My eyes start to burn and I scold myself for feeling so weak and vulnerable.
“Mom I am going to my room; I have work to finish early today. I am tired.” I soon compose myself and try to excuse myself and go to my room, even more now. But my attempts fail when Aunt Roselin stops me, speaking very nicely all of a sudden, “Oh Dear! Please spend some more time with us. We hardly get to talk. Come on. Sit now child.” She smiles and I have no other option left than to sit back.
Probably feeling the situation mom pours another cup of tea when Tracy keeps talking about yesterday, I feel she is now purposely projecting to me.
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