Andrew pov..
It felt like the day was passing so fast, and I just sat there, not knowing what to say. I felt as if I was becoming obsessed with what the man was saying.
Why do I feel scared? Why do I feel like there is something my mom is hiding and not trying to tell me? Why do I feel like I have something inside of me, and my mom has been trying to hide it away from me?
I closed my eyes a little as I decided to take a break. I hate my life already, and thinking about what I am about to go through now, I am starting to hate it even more.
I took a deep breath as I told myself that everything was going to be okay. Why do I look so down? Why do I look like someone who isn't smart anymore?
I sat there on the floor, looking up at the sky. I felt like there was something different, but I just couldn't see it.
Then I felt someone sit close to me, and just as I turned, I saw Linda, Mom, Auntie Sierra, and I wondered why she was here.
