Chapter 4: I missed hurting you
OLIVER
I made my way inside the house to meet Claire having lunch.
Mom wasn’t back from work yet. It wasn’t something new. She works as a nurse and would often return home late.
Sometimes I think she was trying too hard for us. It was mainly one of the reasons I didn’t want to disappoint her. After dad left four years ago, she would often work overtime just to make ends meet.
She thought school was the most important thing in the world. She’d refused my pleas of searching for a part-time job so many times because she just wants me and Claire to study hard and get into a good college.
I wasn’t a bright student, far from it. I think the only area I could boast of being good at was my paintings. I draw beautifully well... but according to her, that wouldn’t secure me a bright future. I don’t blame her. Almost everybody thinks the same. They must be probably right.
A sigh escaped my mouth. Life could be so hard at times.
My thoughts were distracted when I realized Claire had been saying something while I had been spaced out.
"Sorry, what?"
She rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Well I’m going to Alanna’s house later for a sleepover, just so you know."
"Does mom know about it?"