The next morning, I was up before anybody. It was holiday, so, mom would not be going to work. I was up before 5am, because I was troubled. Despite that I was troubled, something made me feel a bit good. Someone had kissed my forehead, in my dream. When I woke up, I could feel the wetness on my forehead. It must have been Robin or so I thought. The good feeling was temporal, and before I knew it, I had begun to think about what troubled me.
Mom had told me the previous night that Cameron had stabbed her leg with a dagger. And I tried to wonder if the 'father' I was waiting for, was actually not worth waiting for. He had not even called to confirm if I was home already. He had not returned home either.
Has he always been like this? I thought to myself. What could make him stab my mom with a dagger to the extent that she had had the whole leg bandaged, and it caused her to limp every time she walked?