Pity party

Chapter 62

Hardin

Maybe it was the way Camila's eyes were bright with life and Jasmine's with joy. Maybe it was the way it looked like oxygen had finally reentered my father's lungs when he saw that Camila had gotten better. But I could not stand it for obvious reasons. It did not mean that I hated them, well that was exactly what it meant, did it not?

I was so jealous of the fact that my mother had not survived it. Because if she had, she would still be here, smiling at me, holding my hand and chastising me for being so uptight and irritable.

If she was here, then maybe I would not be as unhappy as I was.

I needed to leave. The talk of celebrations were getting to me and even though I had contributed my part to ensuring that Camila was well and she had shown her gratitude over and over again, I did not have it in me to participate in a party. Not when every time that I saw Camila on that bed, I remembered the desperation that I had felt everytime my mother deteriorated instead of