Prologue
"Omma, I just can't take it anymore." My words scattered around the room. It felt inevitable to not leave this home. It was like hell, scorching hot and it's killing my soul, almost literally.
"Why? Why do you have to do this to me?" My mother screamed so loud. She looked so desperate, I wanted to save her, too. But how will I save someone who doesn't want to be saved?
I could not answer. I chose not to answer because I knew that I will only hurt her and she'll only look at me with a very distasteful look.
With that, I walked out. I walked out on her. In everything I've come to know and see.