Freddie's mouth twitched. "Do you even know what you are saying?"
"What I said is true. A child should do what they do best. Even if you have the smartest brain, you are only 8 years old." Sheryl justified, "Maybe the 18-year-old you could help your father with his troubles, but what can you do at the age of 8?"
Freddie didn't say a word.
He had no way of arguing against her.
Sheryl yawned and returned to her room. She went to bed after taking a bath. However, Freddie was wide awake. He stared at the ceiling and felt as if it was descending, like it could crush him at any moment. Only then did he realize his sense of security stemmed from his father. When he disappeared, Freddie was just aimlessly floating. He felt nothing other than self-pity for himself.