52. Mastermind

Abby’s POV

My mom takes me to her house, where she lives in a small apartment. The room is clean, and everything is pretty and comfortable for me. She lives alone in this apartment with her two cats. I sat down and looked around her house. She has the most beautiful paintings and told me she painted them all herself.

I didn't know that my mom was so good at art and that I got my skills from her. While I was sitting on her little couch, she was cooking hot meals and baking fresh cakes for me. She is now like a mother to me, which makes me feel happy and loved.

"Is everything okay?" As my mom put the food on the table, she asked me, and I nodded my head.

"Yeah, I'm good, it's just...

I thought about my friend who died the other day. I'll never forget the last time I saw her. She closed her eyes so quickly that I didn't know it was the last time I'd see or talk to her. Then more tears start to come out from my eyes. I don't like to cry or act overly dramatic, but the way I feel about my