Adulthood was just a facade, it was a position that you held to feel like you had greater responsibility. They said that if you were an adult you would never cry to your mother.

It was all a lie, it was all fake.

The ache in her heart was like pounding a needle into your palm.

"Mom," Aria said with a broken voice. She didn't want to break down on the phone.

"How are you dear, you never even gave me a call last month," Her warm voice was like the wind of the mid mountains. It was ...