CHAPTER FORTY FOUR--- THE MEMORIES STILL WON'T COME

The next morning, I was up before anybody. It was holiday, so, mom would not be going to work. I was up before 5am, because I was troubled. Despite that I was troubled, something made me feel a bit good. Someone had kissed my forehead, in my dream. When I woke up, I could feel the wetness on my forehead. It must have been Robin or so I thought. The good feeling was temporal, and before I knew it, I had begun to think about what troubled me. Mom had told me the previous night that Cameron had stabbed her leg with a dagger. And I tried to wonder if the 'father' I was waiting for, was actually not worth waiting for. He had not even called to confirm if I was home already. He had not returned home either. Has he always been like this? I thought to myself. What could make him stab my mom with a dagger to the extent that she had had the whole leg bandaged, and it caused her to limp every time she walked? The limp was not serious, but still, she limped, so it was not so cool. I didn't know