BAILEY’S POV
“Ma’am, there’s a letter for you from your mom….” We heard one of their family helper say.
Looking at Sam, I realized that her ears suddenly became an instrument for her brain to involve in a sudden wave of selective attention. Her awareness is magnified by the word that she’s longing to hear ever since early this morning…the word that will suddenly fix her crumbling life…
Mom…
We immediately bolted out from her bed and dropped everything we hold: the laptop in her hands and the brown handkerchief in mine. She carelessly ran towards her door barefoot, ignoring all the physical hazards laying on the floor—broken containers, slippery satin cloth, and open hair clips with sharp teeth that could pierce through once skin easily.
