The next day was a Saturday. The day where I get to relax, do laundry and clean the unused part of the apartment. Plus, it was the day where for the class reunion.
I went to the storage room, it was a serious mess. I had to start cleaning if I wanted to have breakfast on time.
While cleaning, I found an old picture frame. The glass on the frame was already broken but the frame was okay.
In it was a picture of a three year old me sitting on a swing. My mom and dad stood at my both side smiling happily. Ah, happy!
I almost forgot that we used to be so happy. I stared at the lady. Our resemblance was uncanny! I kinda understood why dad took out his frustration on me. Why did I have to look so much like her?
At that moment, my phone rang. I left the room and went to the living room to get it. It was my dad.
"Hello!" I answered in haste.
"How are you, baby girl?" He asked and I smiled.
"I've been good."