Teresa

Days passed after that, and my mother didn’t respond.

Occasionally, I would go to her room to check on her, to see if she’ll move again like she did the other day, but nothing happened. I’d spend hours waiting for her to wake up, but she won’t react.

Sometimes, I ended up leaving her room whenever I got tired. Sometimes, the brothers would be the ones who would lead me out.

I wanted to live with my mother again, even if it was just for one minute.

I wanted to ...