I sat on the couch, staring blankly on the floor.
I still couldn’t shake off the meeting I had with Clifford’s mother. For a moment, I regretted telling those words to her. She’s not wrong when she told me about my mother and what she did. Yes, I admit my mother is not the best person in the world but I think it’s unfair to label me like her.
Or was it only right for her to say that?
I was not the kindest woman in the room. I have a short temper and I don’t really being with people. I only have one person I want to be with and that’s Clifford.
Her words started to linger in my brain and I wonder if there’s any other way for me to stop thinking about it. I believe in what Clifford told me. We only need each other. And I trust him on that.
But the pain in my heart as I recalled the
