It was late in the night, and I was reading a book I found in my mother's room while sitting on the chair of my mother's study that was decorated with some cute trinkets.
On the table, there was also a single framed photo of my mother, me, and the other lady that I saw in the other photos in the house called Olivia, who I had a vague idea about who she was and her relation to me.
And if she was who I thought she was, then let's just say that I hit the jackpot in joining this family, as I was about to strike gold twice...
Rustle~ Rustle~
And just as I had finished the folktale book that was rather childish, which seemed like something my mother would read, I heard some rustling to my side, and it seemed like my mother had woken up from her short nap, even though I wouldn't have minded if she slept all the way through, since she seemed exhausted after spending the whole day out.
Peak~
