Chapter Ninety – Scholarships
I thought I’d find Gladys cuddling herself, somewhere crying and be mentally devastated like I had been.
But again she proved she was more of a survivor than I was her age.
She was patting John to sleep with a smiling face. She smiled at me when she noticed me but it faded when she realized what I might have come there to tell her.
“She told me her partner doesn’t want kids. What does she want from me now?” she remarked.
I agreed, “She wants to talk to you. She might keep on coming till she does. My case with dad seemed different from yours and your mom, do try talking. It'd give you ample time to heal”.
She seemed to be understanding me but she scrunched her face, “I get it. But I don’t wanna heal just yet. I want her to keep hurting even if it meant me hurting”.
I sighed. Gladys was that difficult. I knew she was just angry.
