Lilith pov

If my life were a story, the author would be a deranged, emotionally unstable, caffeine-addicted maniac who refuses to let me have a single normal day.

Because really, tell me why just moments ago, I had been happy. I had told myself today would be peaceful. A happy day with my mother. 

No drama, no work that required me to clean or you know,  strip. A day where I could sit with her in the hospital and read her a book.

But of course, why let that happen? Why not ruin it by ...