A/N: I'm sorry, I didn't intend this to get so long xD. We'll temporarily move on from Kimmy after next chap.
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"What was your mother like, Miss Kimmy?"
This made her pause. She remembered her own childhood, how lonely it actually was, and how… absent her parents were.
She grew up to her twenties, but the number of times she had at least one parent on her birthday could be counted on one hand.
It was why she was so obsessed with her idols. She saw them as lovers who would send their smiles and affection through the screen, through the posters, or even through the radio.
Through their posts and ads, they would always say 'I love you' or 'I want to see you (in my concert)' and she would consume that so badly. However, inside, she knew she still felt empty—otherwise, her obsessions wouldn't go so far.
She touched her stomach. She knew how lonely it was, so she would never do the same to her child.
