I couldn't stay still in my bed because I wasn’t used to a soft mattress, let alone air conditioning. I never expected that my mother’s room in this mansion would be like this, and that we would each have our own bed. It was already deep into the night, and my mother was sound asleep, but I couldn’t sleep at all. My mind was filled with thoughts, and what really troubled me was Jagger. Not just him, but also his siblings.
It would have been easier if they had unpleasant personalities—if they were rude and indifferent, treating me like dirt beneath their feet. But no! From the start, I could already feel that they were good people, just like Jagger. But he hurt me, and he never came back. I needed him so much when something happened to my father. He said he would call me, but he never did,
