Two Hundred and Twenty Seven

With the advice given by Terrence, slowly I descended the stairs. Anxiety and losing control of myself still ran through my body neatly. The gurgling water in the kitchen makes me curious about who came to visit us during the rest time.

“Kate hadn't been seen since just now, had she fallen asleep?”

I cleared my throat after realizing it was Mom, I quickened my pace and saw Mom was sitting on the living room sofa. In front of her was a shiny cardboard box.

“Have you been sleeping since then?” mom asked me a question.

I shook my head.

“So, why don't you open the door for me immediately? Did you purposely let me die from the cold?”

“You're too melancholy, Mom. You often get cold but all this time you haven't died of hypothermia,” I said.

Mom rolled her eyeballs, then glanced at the shiny box in front of her. Mom said that it was the sausage she made. She wanted to give that to me and Terrence when it was warm. I responded with a weird smile.

“You know since Tamara and me worked to pay fo