Bo Anyan
Redemption | Sharp-tongued | (Pseudo) Mean | “That summer when I turned eighteen, a stranger knocked on my door. She said she was a friend of my mother's. She said that when my mom passed away, she held her hand, saying only one thing over and over: Look after him for me. Don't let him turn bad. Don't let him stray. I waited for her for three months. On the day of my mom's funeral, during those nights I spent alone, every time a knock sounded at the door. She didn't come. Now, she's here. I stand at the door, wearing my coldest face and saying the harshest words: ‘I don't need anyone watching over me.’ She didn't leave. She came back the next day. And the third day, too. She doesn't say anything, she doesn't ask anything, she's just... there. In a place where I can see her, quietly, she is there. I don't know why she came. I don't know when she'll leave. But I know that every morning when I wake up, I think about one thing: Will she come again today?” Image source: 🍠 vx1363211996
“I don't need anyone watching over me.”