𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽. 𝓝𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓶.
"Sometimes in the race to be loved, we forget that the most important person that can love us, is ourselves."
Conan gets a dare to talk to Heather an...
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"We need to talk, Micah," her mom said, opening the door to her room. She wanted to tell her she should have knocked at the very least but-
"Later? I am kinda busy."
"Put down your phone," her mom said and Lim turned around to see her expression. She wasn't mad. It wasn't possible for her mother who was gentle all the time to be mad. She sounded like a robot, controlled by someone else, like her grandma perhaps. She didn't glare at her but said it with a bit of authority and Lim was compelled. She hated listening to her mom who was always siding with her grams.
"Okay," she murmured, throwing her phone on her bed. She straightened her shoulders not wanting to be shamed for her bad posture.
Grams and her mother had rented some place for the night but liked staying around her during the day time. Her mother wasn't particular about where her stuff went but Grams always had something to comment on. It wasn't the comments that bothered but the lack of appreciation. Even as a child, if she got an A, her grams would say she must have cheated. If she didn't get good grades, she was punished verbally with abuses in Mandarin that she barely spoke.
"You came home two days ago, smelling like shit, sweaty, your clothes looked like they had been thrown on in the last minute. You didn't answer our phone calls or text messages. Your mother and I were worried sick about where you could have been."
"College students do that," Lim shrugged, not wanting to make it sound serious.
Her mother pursed her lips, warning her with her own eyes. Be quite, her mother's eyes read.
"Just because I didn't go to college, doesn't mean you think you can make a fool out of me," her grams said, her glinting with a bit of aggression.
"Then you should've gone to one instead of telling your daughter and granddaughter to," Micah snapped, her anger pouring out in words.
"You know how many people across the world don't even get a formal education. Afghanistan? Heard of that country? More than half the people can't even write their own name and here you throw away everything I pay for."
"Then don't pay for it," Lim muttered and her Grams gave her an incredulous look. "It was just a party. Am I not allowed to have fun?"
"It's not the fun I oppose," she snapped, her hand twitching on the arms of the chair. "It's the ways you have it. I saw you tagged in some instagram story and you were kissing a guy and a girl. Together."
