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“What, is the surprise still not over? Do you really have to do something every single day, huh?”

“Laura, watch your words! I am still your mother, you cannot talk to me like that!” There was a mix of frustration and pain in her voice—but who cares?

“What’s wrong with our house that we have to move into your man’s place? We’ve lived here even before I was born, so why are you selling this house?! Do you really have no regard for the memories of Dad?!” I was furious—my voice was way too loud for a daughter speaking to her mother, but I fucking didn’t care!

“Laura, we have to move on. Your father is not coming back, and it’s too painful for me to stay here surrounded by his memories. He may not have been a very faithful or good husband to me, but he was a perfect father to you.”

“Yeah, that’s right! That’s freaking right! He was the perfect and best father to me, so don’t expect me to accept this ridiculous plan of yours, because there is no way in hell I ever will!”

“Laura, I’m not asking you to replace your father! All I’m asking is for you to respect my decision!”

“Emily, calm down. Don’t force the child. You have to understand her,” Edward said in a low, calm voice. “Let’s go, Laura. I’m very sorry about this. Calm down first.”

Mom was still looking at me while he guided her out of the room. I sat down weakly at the edge of my bed. I can’t fucking take this anymore!

I grabbed my large duffel bag and started packing my clothes. I won’t stay in this place, nor will I go with that fucking man my mom is about to marry.

I packed a few clothes, my personal hygiene kit, accessories, uniforms, and other essentials. I hate that man, but I think he’s right—I need to calm down. And I can’t do that if I see them together every single day, acting all happy, like they hadn’t just lost a husband.

Once I finished packing, I quickly changed into shorts, an oversized shirt, and sneakers, then rushed out of the room. I ran into a few of the house helpers, who stared at me wide-eyed as they cleaned.

I found the two of them in the living room. They didn’t notice me immediately, so I was almost at the door when Mom called out.

“Laura, where the hell are you going?!” she exclaimed. But I ignored her and walked out.

“Come back here, anak! Laura!” she shouted, but I didn’t listen. Thankfully, a taxi passed by right on time. I hailed it and got in, catching a glimpse of Mom running out the gate.

Where else would I go? Obviously, to my cousin, who’s obsessed with her crush. Her house was about thirty minutes away from our subdivision. I didn’t bother calling ahead—I knew she’d be at home, probably rotting away.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. Señorita is in her room,” a helper greeted me. I just nodded, still carrying my duffel bag.

“Oh my god, you are so handsome—wait, what are you doing here? And why didn’t you give me a heads-up?!” my cousin scolded.

“Fuck you, since when do I ever tell you when I’m coming over?” I rolled my eyes as she sat up from lying on her stomach.

“I’ll stay here for a while. The guest room is empty, right? I don’t want to share a room with you.”

“Wow, you’re so shameless! Get out of here and go to your own room before I slap you!”

“What if I slap you first? Maybe then you’ll find what you’re looking for?”

“Hehe, just kidding! Wait—” she glanced at my bag on the carpet. “Don’t tell me you ran away from home. I would never believe that!”

“Then start believing, because yes, I did. If Dad were still alive, that would’ve been impossible—but not now.”

She let out a sigh and sat beside me. “I mean, you’ve been acting like this for days, and you never told me why. I’m not a fucking fortune teller, nor do I have clairvoyance.”

“Huh, well, you do look like a witch—okay, I’ll stop,” I said, laughing a little when she shot me a sharp glare.

“Okay.” I forced myself to be serious again.

“Okay, what?” She rested her chin on her hand, like she was about to listen to an old tale.

“Mom said she’s going to remarry,” I muttered. “I mean, it’s just so disrespectful. It’s only been two years since Dad died, and she already wants to get married again. And the fuck—earlier this morning, the reason I decided to leave was because she just dropped the bomb that we’re moving into her new future husband’s house. What the fuck is that?! Am I just some display piece now? Is she starting a new life or something?” I felt my anger rising again, remembering the past few days.

“Are you mad about the fact that your mom is remarrying, or do you feel like she’s neglecting you?”

I froze and looked at her. “What?”

“I mean, it’s not like your mom cheated with that guy. Your dad is gone, okay, we get that. But do you really want your mom to suffer for years, just grieving over someone who will never come back? Let’s be real here—she’s grieved enough. We all saw how hard she tried to be strong despite everything. I bet Aunt Emi really loved Uncle, but no matter what we do, he’s not coming back. Your mom endured so much for you because she didn’t want you to feel like you lost someone. But now, she’s trying to be happy again. Aren’t you glad she’s finally getting back on her feet? And it’s not like she’s neglecting you. In fact, she’s including you in her future plans. Why can’t you see that?”

I couldn’t say anything right away. I hated to admit it, but Sue had a freaking point.

“I feel like she’s betraying the vows they made at the altar.”

“I don’t think she’s betraying your dad. I think she’s doing all of you a favor. I mean, I knew Uncle Freddie—he always wished for the best for both of you. So I think he would agree with your mom’s decision. And you? She’s doing you a favor by trying to create a new family that still includes you, rather than moving on without you.”

I stared at her for a long time. She just shrugged, then went back to lying on her stomach, scrolling through her laptop again.

“Give that man a chance. Who knows? He might actually bring you luck and happiness. You never know.”

———

“Feel at home, Laura. This is your home too, so don’t be shy. Your room is on the second floor, left side, second door.”

I didn’t answer, too busy looking around. Just like my cousin advised, I decided to give Edward a chance to prove himself.

It’s not like I’m accepting him, but I’m giving him a chance. It still feels heavy in my chest, but I’ll let it be for now.

“Edward, thank you for accommodating us,” Mom said shyly as Edward took her bag.

“This is your home too—” I didn’t let them finish and just headed straight to my room.

The scent of lavender and citrus welcomed me as I opened the door. I looked around.

The colors were neutral—white and brown—giving off a rustic beach vibe, exactly the kind of aesthetic I liked. It was relaxing.

A queen-sized bed was in the center. To the right was a walk-in closet, across from it a fully equipped vanity table. Two couches sat near the glass door. I opened a door near the entrance—it was a bathroom.

I sat at the edge of the bed, then flopped onto my back.

One week after Sue’s advice, I thought about it carefully. Then I went home and told Mom I was giving Edward a chance. I saw the happiness in her eyes—something she hadn’t had in a long time.

I sat up when I heard three soft knocks.

Mom stood at the door, smiling radiantly.

“Uh, dinner’s ready downstairs. Would you join us? So you can meet Edward’s son, too. I think he’s older than you by a year…”