Summer’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“I am a bad mother, right?” I asked her, feeling low and heartbreak for my son. I realized that after shifting here, I am spending less time with Noah. Most of the time, it’s Elisa who takes care of him.
“What are you saying, Summer? Are you doubting me?” Elisa asked me, sounding offended.
“No, Mom. Geez, why did you say that?” I asked her, baffled by the accusation.
She almost threw me on the toilet seat with a huff.
I slumped my body while sitting comfortably, still thinking about my poor boy.
He was an epitome of what we call a good child.
“Don’t think negative, Summer. It will effect your healing,” Mom warned me in a worried tone the next second.
I sighed and closed my eyes.
She is right. I can’t afford affecting my recuperation at any cost.
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