Humble Life Indeed

SARAH'S POV

It was that day of the year again. My birthday and the same day my mother had her last breath. The day my misery on earth started. It is quite funny how I was met with hatred at birth. The woman who was supposed to show me love had taken all the love with her to the afterlife.

I woke up, feeling a throbbing pain in my head. I realized I was the only one on bed. I sighed and got off the bed, then headed to the washroom. I turned on the faucet and began my normal ritual. Crying.

It had become a habit ever since I was little, to cry on this day.

I cried and cried my heart out, reaching out for my mum who I didn't even have an idea of what she looked like in reality. I was pretty sure I was in that washroom for more than an hour, crying and leaving the tap on.

I washed up and entered the room, only for me to see paper bags of a certain popular brand, Givenchy, on the beg. I sniffed and just glanced at myself in the mirror. My eyes were so red and bulgy.

I looked into the pap