Chapter 9

Their faces were filled with joy. Blessie felt as if she were witnessing a movie of her childhood recollections. Happiness that clearly demonstrates love and care, however, those beautiful, significant, and joyful pictures of her past began to collapse and shift away, where the young her was avoided and left all alone by other children.

“Don't leave me alone,” whimpered by little Blessie.

“We don't need you! You're crazy!”

“Why? I've done nothing wrong—"

"Stop! Having a freak as a friend is not something we enjoy! " yelled and screamed the little mean to Blessie as she yanked her friends away from Blessie.

"Please don't leave me," she begged.

Blessie experienced first-hand, with her own two eyes, how her classmates ignored and rejected her when she was a kid. Tears streamed down her cheeks one by one. Inside that classroom, none of her classmates tried to approach her. They leave her alone in the corner and treat her as if she were a shadow in the dark that no one would ever see. Blessie was experiencing a severe ache in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe at the time. Those traumatic memories seemed to have occurred only yesterday. She witnessed how and what she endured as a child.

“How long has it been since it all began?” She began to wonder this.

Even she can't recall when all of her actions, words, and attitude began to change. She has no idea how she came to be the person she is.

Everything in her surroundings gradually changed until she saw herself as a child. She was on her way to her parents' room. When she was in the front of their room, she heard her mother and father yelling at each other as if they were fighting. She remembers that day because it was the day her mother and father talked about something she didn't know before and she only fully understood it as she grew older.

"Tristan, Blessie needs to see a doctor," her mother said.

"Stop right there, Stella. There's nothing wrong with our daughter," her father raised objections.

"Tristan, it's better for us to be as certain, especially given the fact what's going on right now.  It would indeed be highly favorable for her if—"

"Enough already, Stella. I dea of bringing her to that place will not be good for Blessie. If we bring her there, she might end up suffering trauma."

"Come on, Tristan!  Blessie is not just your child. I'm her mother, and I'm getting worried for her condition," her mother said, a worried expression on her face.

Blessie got to witness her mother's overprotection of her when she was a child.

"Mama," she called her mother silently in her mind, and tears welled up in the corner of her eyes.

She could see her mother hugging her depressed father.

"How come this had to happen to us?  Why should Blessie be the chosen one? Why should be her?"  " Her father, who was crying so hard, asked her mother.

When she was a kid, she had a lot of questions and confusions about what was going on, but now that she can understand everything, she understands why her parents used to be like that. When she saw that scene again, she felt a sharp pain in her chest and found it difficult to breathe, especially when she saw her younger self confused about what was going on. Have no idea. Completely helpless.

She felt even more pain when she saw her younger self enter her parents' room and hug her father in her tiny arms.

"Don't cry, Papa. I'll be sad," little Blessie said, simply trying to calm her father down.

Shock was written on their faces when they saw their innocent daughter as the reason for his father to wrap her in his arms with so much love despite the sadness her father is experiencing.

"Blessie, no matter what happens, your Mama and I will always love you. Others may personally dislike and reject you, but we will never abandon you. Your Mama and I will always be by your side, no matter what," her father, who is having a tough time to speak, said.

Even though little Blessie does not understand what her father is saying, she hugs him and kisses his cheek, as does to her mother who is crying in the corner.

“Blessie love loves Mama and Papa! Always and forever!” she exclaimed joyfully, giving her parents a sweet smile. “So, don’t cry anymore! Blessie love loves you both!” Little Blessie added with a beaming smile on her face.

Images in her surroundings began to change once more, and she saw her family and little Blessie inside the car. Blessie vividly remembers that day, the day her parents made the decision to take her to the psychiatrist for a psychological assessment. She had no idea what her illness was that considered necessary a doctor's attention at the time, and she only found out when her parents were involved in an accident.

She immediately noticed the doctor giving her that look before turning her attention to little Blessie's parents. She didn't quite understand what they were actually talking because she was still a child and fixated on the toy given to her by the doctor at the time. Her parents and the doctor continued to discuss her condition, but little Blessie had no idea what was going on. But when little Blessie noticed her mother crying, she rushed over to comfort her.

"Mama, what's the matter with you crying?  Did she make you feel uncomfortable? " Little Blessie asked her mother, a worried expression on her face, pointing to the doctor.

Her mother wipes away her tears and put down little Blessie's finger. "Have I ever told you that pointing your finger at people is bad?"

"But, Mama, she's bullying you," little Blessie argued, her forehead wrinkled.

"No, sweetie. She isn't, and she doesn't think she is. Something went inside my eyes that caused Mama to cry," her mother explained, trying not to break its voice and in tears.

Little Blessie was deafeningly quiet as she stared at her mother.

Stella took a deep breath in order to calm down. "At this point, baby, you should apologize to her."

Little Blessie turned to face the doctor, then back to her mother. Stella nodded, indicating that she should apologize to the doctor for what she had done.

"I'm sorry," little Blessie said sincerely.

"That's my baby," her father said, smiling widely at her.

Just after that, her parents and the doctor continue to converse until it is her turn to respond to the doctor's questions.

"Our baby is pretty good! " Her father delighted in praising her. "Where would you like to go?" "Her father wondered out loud.

"Amusement Park! " Little Blessie answered back with a broad smile.

As per what little Blessie requested, both of her parents decided to take her to the amusement park as a reward and to entertain her in order to erase the events of that day from her mind.

When they got in the car, her mother let little Blessie sat on her laps and hugged her tightly.

"Everything will be fine, baby," her mother assured her, kissing her on the cheek.

Blessie immediately noticed the sadness in her mother's face, which she had been trying to suppress at the time.

"Everything will be fine, Stella," her father assured her as he kissed her mother's hand.

It was extremely difficult for her to breathe after hearing those words. Seeing those scenes in her life again broke her heart.

"Why should it have happened to us? Why?" she struggled to understand.

Regardless of the fact that she has grown up, she still does not understand why, of all people around the world, her family should have gone through all of this—to her?

A sudden and unexpected rushing truck hits the front of their car, causing a strong impact that causes the car to turn around and around and bump into another car on the side of the highway, catching her attention.

“Mama! Papa!" When she saw what had happened, Blessie yelled with all her might.

For the second time, she saw her mother and father covered in blood from the shattered window of the car, which had been buried into their bodies.

"Baby," her mother said delicately.

Why?

"Mama, blood," Blessie said, pointing to the blood dripping from her mother's side of the face.

"No matter what happened, we love you with all of our hearts," her mother said clearly and unequivocally, her heavy breathing.

Why should be them? Why can’t it be me? Why?

"Always keep that in mind, Blessie," her mother managed to say before completely collapsing.

“Mama! Papa! " Blessie yelled, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Mama, Papa, don't leave me! "She begged and pleaded. "You said you'd never abandon me! Ma! Pa!”