Bab 459: WARMTH

"NOOOO!" My mother yelled picking up the vase on her nightstand and throwing it hard against the wall with a deafening impact.

The sound reverberated through the room, sending shards of glass flying in all directions. The once elegant vase shattered into a million tiny pieces, scattering across the floor like a constellation of stars. The sharp piercing noise echoed in silence, causing everyone in the room to freeze in fear.

My mother throws tantrums ever since she has gotten here. There is not a day she felt an ounce of comfort ever since she arrived here. But the sudden violence of the act had caught us all off guard, leaving a heavy tension hanging in the air. The broken pieces of the vase lay scattered on the ground, a stark reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded.