A life of an unwanted, invisible and most of all, frangible.

Frangible

“You?! What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded from the very person standing in front of me. 


Why on earth is he here? What for? Especially on my birthday! 


He was about to answer when my mother suddenly swooped in and answered for him. 


“Now, now, sweetie. I invited him to your birthday dinner. You’re right on time! Dinner is ready thanks to Stephen’s help.” She can’t be serious. I immediately looked carefully at my mom to see if she’s lying but she’s really serious. I walked past them to the stairs. 


“No thanks. I’d rather skip dinner than have a bad stomach ache after.” I’m almost in my room when I heard my mother call out my name. But I shut the door before she could say anything more. 


“It’s okay. I’m glad I got to greet her a happy birthday.” I heard their conversation from the other side of the door. 


Chapter 19: Letting Go