"My girl's birthday? What do you mean about that? Anyway, I'm coming to place, send me the deets." She ended the call. She wore her shoes again and picked up her bag then left. I followed her.
I followed my mother to the place where they needed her help. I sat beside her in the taxi and looked outside the window. I saw the sky was clear, the moon was out. It was in the middle of the night.
Before, I remember clearly, mom always get up and leave the house for work. Living me alone and afraid that something might happen to me. Even if I call her, she would just ignore me. But if Angeline just got hurt or anything, she would come immediately. Coax her until her eyes dried of her tears then blame me for now taking care of her. My lips pursed. When it comes to the time of birth, Alice is older than me by a few minutes, so technically she's older than me.
I asked mom once why she put importance to Angeline and she said to me that Angeline's parents had an accident and her sister told her to take care of Angeline for her. Since then, Angeline has lived with our grandparents and she's a loved child when I'm the black sheep.