IRIS'S POV
SOMEONE HAS TO BE BLAMED
I went into my mum's bedroom and her presence had exited the space. The peaceful space I always ran to whenever I was scared, it was empty now, noisy without her in it, without her in this pack. How would I move on?
I moved closer to her wardrobes, her royal clothes arranged neatly. It wouldn't be a surprise if she had a hand in arranging these clothes herself and not the maids. That was how humble she was and she still is even though she was no more.
I only felt sad mixed with a feeling of anger, I was lost right now. What was the next thing to do? How would I achieve that without her presence in my life as a mother figure?
Now I believe the saying that goes “people don't value what they have until they lose it.” I had my mother's presence so much
