I listened to Isaac's dismissive retort, "Who wants to celebrate with her? She doesn't care about me at all. What's there to celebrate?!"
"Only you're kind enough to speak up for her. If you ask me, she deserves to be ignored—"
"Isaac." I suddenly interrupted Isaac.
Just like always, whenever Isaac was around, Alma was there too.
No matter how many times I had made a scene, no matter how many times I had argued, Isaac always sided with Alma, complaining that I was immature and narrow-minded.
Even though I loved taking photos and sharing them every day—especially with Isaac—the only one who ever responded was Alma.
And whenever I got upset and told Alma not to touch Isaac’s phone or invade our privacy, Isaac would snap at me, saying, “Can’t you stop thinking such filthy things?”
"Who wants to see the stuff you share?"
"Every day it's just pictures of flowers and grass, or stray cats and dogs on the street. Anna, can't you come up with something new?!”
“I'm getting so annoyed with you. I have important things to do every day, I don't have time to deal with you all the time!"
But that time, I seemed to have lost the energy to continue arguing with Isaac.