Agnes Lysvand (Tent, WTA)'s Literatures

“ADELIA!” I heard my mother yell as I entered the apartment, wincing and heading to her room. “Yes, mom?” “Your sister needs help with her homework.” I nodded glumly and looked over at my 7 year old sister who was waiting for me with her homework. Motioning for her to follow, I stepped out of my mom’s room and went to our room, and Agnes followed after, smiling weakly. It was obvious she was tired of Mom’s attitude, and I didn’t blame her. Mom was in a… state and she’d been taking it hard since the divorce. It hurt, but she hurt us too. I couldn’t forgive her for that.