Happiness POV
"Not long ago." Mom answered without looking at me and continued scrolling. She had a bruise on her cheeks. I did not bother asking cause she occasionally have those bruises.
I even suspected my dad was beating her up but when I asked her she rolled her eyes and walked off. Well she never took me seriously most of the time and say I was still a little kid and haven't matured a bit upstairs.
She has not even gotten a chance to get to know me that well and she has the nerves to tell me that. That's why I do not like her that much.
But she was good with bring me gifts, taking me to great galas and balls and events. Showing me off, Getting me expensive stuffs and helping me to get my friends jealous of me.
I was happy with all that, non the less.
Well if that was beating her up, it is not right but there is nothing I can do if she doesn't take me seriously.
"Happiness, excuse us." Dad suddenly spoke up.
