Noticing the fresh wounds on my hands, she smiled bitterly. “Silly child, Mom won’t get better.”
“These past few years have been too hard on you. But I can’t keep dragging you down.”
“Let me go, Yvonne. Let yourself go too.” She sighed, her voice filled with regret.
“I only regret not stopping your father back then. Maybe then, all these tragedies wouldn’t have fallen upon you...”
As she spoke, her hand slipped from mine.
I caught it, and held it tightly.
Suppressing my tears, I threw my arms around her, my heart breaking.
“My baby... happy birthday.”
“I will be your mother again in our next life, okay? I’ll make it up to you...”
