Many years ago, which you don't even remember well, the person who took care of you for so long, who you considered as a mother, had to leave for a long trip, and of course, you didn't understand why her work always become a first place before her own family, but over time it was just a fact that you had to just accept.

The years pass in the most painful way possible, with the longing killing you inside, until one day it no longer existed, only the anger was there, and even now years later, a few days after your sixteenth birthday, with her in front of you, with open arms and teary eyes hoping to receive a hug, you just turn your back, going back into your room with a cold expression in your face. Your lips curling down and the eyebrows furrowed as you looked to the phone on your hands.