My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Valerie watched as I only took a few bites and placed it down. Her heart ached as she said, "You have to eat more. Otherwise, how will you have the energy to take care of him?" Thinking about it, I agreed too and forced myself to take a few more mouthfuls until I couldn't eat anymore and placed down the lunch box.

She tidied up and looked at me, still looking quite distressed. She reminded me, "You must take good care of yourself."

I was busy staring at her and I felt a dullness in my heart. I couldn't help but ask as I looked at her, "What were you thinking of back then when you abandoned me?"

It was somewhat an abrupt topic to bring up. All those years, I had been telling everyone every day that it was okay to not have my own birth parents with me as I didn't need them. However, every time I saw someone walking hand-in-hand with their parents and being doted upon, I was envious. I was afraid that others would see through my envy, so I dared not look at them. Valerie shed tears, and her body trembled a little. I knew that she was upset.

her to answer, I spoke on my own, "When I was young, I wrote an essay which got an award. It was sometime during Year 3. The title of my essay was 'My Mother'. Grandma was overjoyed. She said that she wanted to take a look at my essay, but I didn't show it to her, not even to Monique

you would be like Monique's mom who constantly liked to nag. Every time Monique didn't get up in the morning, she would stand at Monique's bedside and nag at her, all the way until Monique lost her mind. Or, maybe my mother would be like Sandy's mother, who would always buy lots of pretty dresses and beautiful things for Sandy. I had imagined a lot of times what you would look like, but I had never thought of someone like you. You

Give me another chance, I'll work hard. I'll

a little sad. She was the person whom I had thought about day in, day out when I was younger, yet after growing up, I discovered that some people were only suited to stay

Grandma said that no matter how dark our paths may be, light must remain in our hearts. However, I couldn't constantly face the light. None of you were actually at fault as the only

and Pedro weren't bad people, but neither were they good. Although they

to have Hendrix's undivided devotion, and to have parents who weren't completely ruthless or

was young. She was currently successful, but she was pushed to the edge by her own birth

it closely, how could anyone live a perfect life? Whose life wasn't full of thorns and thistles? Still, we had