Chapitre 126: It Hurts As Hell

All I remember when I was little was that I would be sad and cry if someone stole my candy. I will be sad and cry if someone pushes me down. I will be sad and cry when separated from my mother. It feels good to be a child who doesn't know what love is and the pain it causes. No tears were shed in vain. Everything looks fun.

Cleopatra and I are adults now. We have different lives. One day, Cleopatra will have a life of her own with her family. I hope he and Jeff end up in front of the priest, though a part of me doubts that hope. How come? Grandma certainly didn't like their closeness. But sooner or later, Cleopatra will be living with her new family. Leave me alone here. Maybe I can only look at him enviously at Christmas with his new family, with cheerful laughter and the sound of small children, a few cups of hot chocolate, gingerbread cookies like the ones he often makes with Mom, and warm kisses.