Thank you all so much for reviewing, my dear old friends. This chapter will be short 'cause I am not that good in writing argument.

= Conflict =

"You don't rule my life," I shout, "I can do whatever I want!"

"No, you cannot! I won't allow my daughter be a waitress in that kind of restaurant," Mother yelled, "It's a disgrace to the family. If you want money, I will give it to you."

"You don't understand me! This is my life," I complained, "I have been working there for two years and it helped me pay my bills. I can't quit just because I have money now. My old mother would never try to control me or ask me to quit."

"How many times do I have to tell you? She is not your mother. She didn't love you," I saw tears from her eyes, "I am your mother and you have to listen to me."

"Maybe I don't need you to be my mother." I knew it hurt her, but I couldn't take it back. I wanted freedom. This place was like a prison, trapping my free spirit. I couldn't wait to leave. I ran out of her room and I bumped into someone who was eavesdropping on the conversation.

I looked up and saw those beautiful blue eyes, "Arguing with Mother?" Cosmo asked.

"Don't even ask," I rolled my shoulders and walked away. I couldn't believe someone perfect like him could come from a control freak in that room.

Why was he my brother? I loved him the first moment I opened that door. If my old mother never wrote the letter and gave it to my rich mother, I could just one day meet Cosmo on the street, fall in love, get married and have a couple kids without knowing he was my brother. But now, that dream was shattered. She just had to send me back to my family, this awful cage.

"Want to spend a moment with me?" Cosmo asked. I nodded. He led me to the backyard, and we sat down under the tree. We had some quiet time together. It was lovely, sitting with someone I had a crush on, someone I couldn't love. After some time, Cosmo broke the ice, "This is my favorite spot. When I have trouble at school or have a fight with mom, I always come here to clear my head."

"You had a fight with mom before? I thought you were the perfect kid who never argued with mom," I joked.

"Everyone argues with their parents sometime. But my fights were never as big as the one you just had. Just remember, Mother loves you," He stood up, "It's getting cold. Let's go back to the house." He lent me a hand to help. I stood up and he kissed my forehead.

= To Be Continued =