Jerome's mom got the hint: [Alright, alright. When will you bring Jessica to visit our home? Mom will personally cook for her.]
I was too stunned to react. My fingers slipped and I accidentally liked the post while dropping my phone. I immediately retracted it, but it was too late.
Jerome's mom promptly messaged me: [Tania, don't misunderstand. I just feel bad for Jessica. She's so young to have this kind of illness, it's really heartbreaking.]
I didn't know how to respond. After all, Jessica and I shared the same disease. We both had KEN-type blood. Yet somehow, it felt like everyone had forgotten about me.
Jerome and even his mother, treated me this way. Once, I depended on Jerome's mom as if she were my biological mother. Because I no longer had a mother of my own.
Mom, am I really this foolish? I miss you so much. If you were still here, would there be someone to truly love me?
The intense pain brought me back to reality. Due to insufficient blood supply, my body began to break down and I was in critical condition. After struggling for a long time, I finally connected a call.