Eva: 19 years
I wake up the next day to the sweet scent of my moms cinnamon tea. Every day I wake up with a mantra " I need to survive for her. My existence matters."
"Eva, honey you said something about an art exhibition right?"
"Maa, I'm not going. I'd rather stay home with you."
My Maa is only thirty-five years old. She was just a mere teenager when she had me. I don't know who my father is. If he's alive or dead.
Did he leave my mom?
Does he know he has a daughter?
Is it because of me?
Questions....Questions...Questions...
My mom never talks about him, but I see her eyes tearing up every time, when someone enquire about him. It's as though she wants to shout his name out loud to the world, but someone or something's preventing her from doing so.
Who is it? and Why?
When I asked her about him, she said ,"I'll tell you everything when the time arrives. He's done nothing wrong ,Eva , please don't hate him".
I've been searching for answers ever since then but it's a dead end every time.
I wonder...
What made my mom's smile disappear?