I bit my lips to suppress my rather immature tantrums and feigned calmness as well. Though I guess, my eyes couldn’t masked it properly. Just as they said, eyes are the windows of the soul.
After taking a deep breathe, I fired back the question back unto him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked back.
Well, according to what I heard from my mom earlier… he only came to visit this house during his mom’s death anniversary. And since, it just happened recently… I couldn’t help but to wonder what could be the probable reason he is here now when it was not the time for a yet another death anniversary. I mean hello, it’s only about a week ago I guess that it happened, if I remember it clearly
But instead of answering my question, he threw me a sarcastic look, silently saying ‘reall
