I walked down the car and stared at the gate of our house—well, I don’t live here anymore so I don’t know if I can still call it my house. And besides, this house is Heaven’s because it was in the Last Will of her father.
“Are you okay?” Clifford’s voice came from behind me.
I turned to him and nodded. “I’m okay.” I’m a little nervous. I haven’t seen Mom in months and I don’t know if what I’d feel once I saw her again.
Sylvia said Mom is sick. I have never seen her sick in my whole life. She’s always been at work. I’ve always seen her as a hardworking woman who would stay in the office till dawn if she needs to finish something.
Clifford held my hand and laced his fingers with mine. “I’m just here, okay?” he said.
I looked at him and nodded. “I know,” I replied with a curt smile. I
