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“Hane, there’re many more maids who can help arrange my clothes, you don't have to do it.” I rolled my eyes at Hane, who didn't seem to want to listen.
She just wouldn't stop arranging my cloths no matter how many times I told her not to..
Although she claims to still be my maid, she's also a friend and I don't like to consider her a maid.
She turned to me before returning her gaze to the clothes. “I want to do this, I also don't want to trust anyone to just touch your personal stuff.”
It was so weird how she always took care of me as an older sister should do. “I think you're just sweet and I like it, but that doesn't mean I feel comfortable with you doing chores for me. You're supposed to be my personal assistant who ensures I'm not bored, not arrange my clothes.”
“I can do both.” She was holding one of my clothes when a picture fell out of the pocket.
With brows drawn in curiosity, she picked it up, glancing at the picture, “is this you when you were younger? And-And is this your mom?”
She walked over to hand me the picture which I took from her.
Staring at it, I felt myself close to tears.
It was a picture of me, Suzy and my mom. I was just ten years of age.
Although I didn't remember when the picture was taken, I recalled the cloth I was wearing being the best cloth I had.
I was too emotional at the moment and didn't even realize when Hane took a seat beside me on the bed.
“Is she your mom?” She asked again.
“Yes.” That was the highest my voice could go else it might come out with tears.
“How did she die?” Her tone was low as though unsure if to ask.
I took a deep breath as I recalled all the memories. Tears trembling on the brink of my eyes.
Hane seemed to have noticed my hesitance to speak. “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I'm not—”
“No, it's not like I can keep it in forever.” I cut her off, then sighed
She went silent, obviously waiting for me to keep going, and pour out my mind.
“Well, she died thirteen years ago when I was just twelve years of age.” My voice was just above a whisper, because thinking about it made me chapfallen.
“It was all because of some crazy son of a bitch.” Even thinking about him made my blood boil and the loathe I already had for him worsened.
“Crazy son of a bitch?” She asked.
“Yes, his name's Kelvin. He's been on my hate list ever since he caused my mom's death.”
“How did he kill her?” She asked but quickly added, “if you don't mind me asking.”
“Well, he was obviously from a wealthy family. I had no idea who he was when I first met him.” I felt anger rising in me.
“I just bumped into the useless idiot but he didn't care, all he wanted was to seek revenge.” My grip on the photo tightened.
“My mom had no money to use to feed Suzy and I and we were heading to Kelvin's house for help but because I bumped into the fucking shitty son of the ‘Mrs Nice Woman’.” Gosh I hadn't said her name in years.
“He was keen on her not helping us and no matter how much we pleaded with them to forgive us, the useless husband had his own plans.” I scoffed.
“He hated my mom so much, he was happy to finally have a chance to kick us out.”
“What happened next?” She sounded like she was watching her words.
“Well, we had no idea where to get food again and my mom died from hunger.”
Hane gasped, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I'm so sorry.”
“You don't have to be, it's all Kelvin's fault.” My brows were pulled together in a deep frown.
I hadn't talked about him in years and speaking about him reminded me of why I hated him and needed to make him know why he should never have done something like that.
“So what happened afterwards? What happened to you and Suzy?” Her curiosity bought a small smile to my face.
“Well, we knew the government would probably take us to an orphanage home and we'd probably end up with different parents so we begged our uncle to take us in with him.
“It wasn't comfortable for him to take care of three children, including his useless son but I appreciated his efforts and always tried my best to be of help.
“When I turned fifteen, I came back with Suzy because I was certain my uncle could no longer be of help as he had his own life matters to settle. So that's how I ended up living there for ten years till Don changed me for the better.”
“Wow, you have such a sad story. I feel so bad for you.” She looked exactly how she'd said she felt.
“Thanks a lot.”
“And what do you think you'll do to this Kelvin guy if you ever found him.”
That was a question I'd gotten an answer to years ago. “Avenge my mother's death and make him pay for what he did.”
This was a discussion I hadn't had in years and Hane made me pour it all out.
I was grateful for that.
She pulled me to a tight hug. “You shouldn't keep any thing to heart for long, okay?”
When I returned the hug, a little warmth filled my soul. “Okay, big sister.”
She chuckled, releasing me from the hug. “Let me get back to my arranging.”
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