It was the next morning, I was already awake. I stood in front of the mirror in my room to stare at my reflection. Things are different already, my mom and dad aren't getting a divorce, my mom was kicked out of her book club. I know I should be happy that things are going back to the way it was, but I can't help but feel uneasy. I know for a fact that something isn't right.
'why do I feel so restless? Why don't I believe anything is true?' I say out loud.
I heard a knock on my door, but before I could answer, my door was already open. My mom was standing in front of the entrance looking a little bit worried.
"Are you okay? Why did you get out bed? She asks as she got closer to me.
I didn't reply her, I walked towards my bed and sat down.
I sigh...
