people’s lives, but what made us think that others had the perfect lives? What made us assume that their smiles, and good gestures were the signs of happiness in their lives? Would wanting a perfect life makes us flawed in our eventful lives? Suffering would mean that we were perfect in our flawed world, because everyone suffers. So my life struggles didn’t make me unique from the other people who were suffering too, and that meant that I wasn’t alone after all.

“Celia?” Amelia asked while she held Adam’s hand, and they both looked down at me.

“Yes?”

“Is Mom okay?” She asked.

I nodded, “She is okay now.”

“Are you saying this to make us feel better and secure, or is it the truth?” Adam asked to make sure I wasn’t lying.

“Yes, Adam, it’s the truth. You can go inside and check on her,” I suggested.

They exchanged looks, and hesitantly walked in the room.

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After a few days at the hospital, we took Mom back home with us. That morning, we were finally home again, and I could get back to my daily routine again. Routine was boring, but it meant that we were living a normal life. Well, almost a normal life. The moment, we got home, I went upstairs and opened my parents’ bedroom door for Dad to bring Mom inside as he held her arms.

“Thank you, dear, I’ll take it from here,” he said.

“Are you sure, Dad?” I asked.

“Yes, I’ll give her the pills and get her back to sleep. Don’t worry,” he said with exhaustion. I couldn’t blame him for being exhausted, we have been in the hospital for days, and the chairs didn’t help our backs after we slept on them most of the nights.

“Okay, just let me know if you need anything,” I offered.

“Okay,” he replied.

I went to my room, and collapsed on the bed. I closed my eyes; the soft mattress felt like heaven after those hospital chairs that broke my back. I opened my eyes, pulled out my phone, and checked my messages. I had a lot of texts from Kent, and nothing from Ned.

Kent: Hey, boo

Kent: I’m so sorry about yesterday

Kent: Hello?

Me: I don’t want to talk

Kent: Please, give me a chance

Kent: I won’t repeat my mistakes

Kent: I promise

Me: Are you kidding me?

Me: You never lived up to any of your promises!

Me: You’re a liar and a cheater

Me: Just leave me alone

Kent: I’m not a jerk

Kent: I didn’t mean to hurt you, Celia

Kent: I promise I’ll change

Me: Stop it!

Me: Don’t you have a girlfriend?

Kent: I had, but we broke up

Me: Yeah, no sympathy on that

Kent: She was never like you

Kent: And she never will

Kent: You’re different

Me: Yeah, I believe you

Me: You poor thing!

Kent: Don’t be like that, boo

Me: Stop calling me boo

Me: I’m not your boo

Kent: Okay

Kent: But please forgive me

Kent: I don’t know what happened to me yesterday

Kent: But I felt so protective

Kent: Like back when we were together

Kent: When I thought about it, I knew what that was

Me: What was it?

Kent: That I still have feelings for you

Me: It doesn’t matter, Kent

Me: I got over you, so get over it

Me: I’m moving on

Me: And I’m not sorry

I closed the chat, and blocked his number for good. I don’t know how I surprised myself like that, but it felt so good, and made me feel so powerful and in control of my emotions and feelings. I had the power all along to do what I had to do. I wasn’t weak; I was just confused about myself. I had this inner strength all along, but I chose to ignore it and let other people control my feelings. After that triumph, I had to tell my girls.

Celia added Max back to the group

Me: Welcome back!

Max: Glad to be back ;)

Jane: Yay, we’re back at it

Me: Let’s not do this again?

Max: Oh yes, never again

Jane: LOL

Me: By the way, I just blocked Kent

Max sent a surprise smiley sticker

Jane: Really?

Me: Yes, he was begging for my forgiveness

Me: I couldn’t let him fool me again

Max sent a crying smiley sticker

Max: Oh, my baby is growing up

Max: I’m so proud of you

Jane: We all are :)

Me: I am proud of myself too

Max: It’s bad that you didn’t get Ned back

Max: What are you going to do now?

Jane: Maybe you should wait, and he’ll come back again?

Me: I don’t know

Me: Maybe

Max: I really suggest you move on until he shows up again

Max: Who knows when he’ll be back, or maybe never

Jane: Max is right

Jane: You need to have more options

Me: It’s hard after I’ve built a relationship with him

Me: I have to think about this

Max: Let’s download Blinder and open a profile ;)

Jane: And mingle and dance in the clubs

Max: As long as Jane doesn’t embarrass us after she gets drunk

Jane: Can’t stop my body from dancing if there was any music

Me: Lol

Me: That’s amazing, really

Me: I just don’t know if I want to be out and fabulous again

Me: I hope you girls understand

Jane: Yeah sure take your time

Max: No problem

Max: But I’m still going to download that app

Jane: Where the guys at!

Me: Have fun

Me: Try not to admire the ones who don’t reciprocate

Max: I’ll try hard

Max: Even harder when I see abs ;)

Jane: Wooh

Me: What did you say about the club and dancing again?

Max: LOL

Max: We can meet up tomorrow

Max: Jane and I will be at your place this weekend

Jane: Let’s first finish up with those

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