âFrom now on⊠you have to be with Bebe. You have to be the reason for Bebeâs life. You canât leave like this.â
âIf I had tried, Ellin would have lived, and your twin brother wouldnât have suffered. Itâs all my fault.â
âWhy?! There are other people who are at fault, so why do you blame yourself for that?!â
I was angry for a moment. If I had not known anything, wouldnât my mom have felt this? How can I persuade my mom?
But she shook her head with a more determined face than ever.
âI am the worst.â
âNo!â
âBebeâŠâ
âYou protected me. Mom⊠Mom always took care of me. Why do you think itâs nothing?â
She endured severe abuse for someone elseâs children. She was the kind of person who resisted by being beaten by the people who hit and starved me.
âThatâsâŠâ
âItâs other people who were at fault. The one who kidnapped the mom who gave birth to me and hit us was wrong. But why⊠are you the one at fault⊠when they abused us?â
âAhâŠâ
Tears filled my momâs eyes as she let out a small sigh.
âItâs those people who are at faultâŠâ
âItâs always like that. Many wrongdoers sleep well with their legs stretched out, but those who make one mistake will live a lifetime being haunted by it. So donât do that anymore. You donât have to. I met my brother⊠and the mother who gave birth to me.â
Sometimes my mom felt like a wall, as if she was locked and surrounded by a thick wall and she could not get out. Thatâs exactly what it is right now.
No matter what I said⊠Mom will not cave in.
Sheâs been like this before.
It was nothing else. When there was not enough food to eat, my mom would always refuse to eat with her face like that.
I never thought Iâd see that face again.
âI mean⊠No. NoâŠâ
Only tears came out. I think sheâs really going to leave. There was nothing else I could do.
I donât know much about the mind of an adult, but I could see that my mom was telling me she was ready to go.
âHuhâŠ? Got itâŠ?â
âBebe, can I really stay here?â
It was the first time my momâs heart was shaken.
âYes! You can protect Bebe from now on. Thatâs it! Iâm sure my mom who gave birth to me thought the same!â
Before my mother had another thought, I quickly said those words. My momâs expression was still uneasy but her expression became much more relaxed.
âSo where can I go?â
I didnât answer, but her warm hand still stroked my hair, as if she was saying âDonât worryâ.
In the end, it seemed as if all the tiredness was coming all at once, and I fell asleep with my head on my momâs lap.
I held her hand tightly in case my mom would leave.
After Bebe fell asleep, Adelaide patted her childâs head for a long time.
Her face was pale and her fingers trembled.
Still, she did not stop stroking her childâs head.
Then night came, and there was only silence in the room.
âBabyâŠâ
Her long eyelashes swayed slightly, perhaps in response to her unusually trembling voice.
âI guess youâre having a hard time.â
âMomâŠâ
Whether it was sleep talking or really calling her mom, the room was filled with the voice of the child crying out.
âYes⊠Momâs hereâŠâ
As if relieved, Bebe wriggled again and touched her hand slightly.
âStill, baby, this is enough. It was enough to spend time with my Bebe like this⊠Thank you.â
Bebe opened her eyes very slowly, as if she had understood her words.
âMom⊠is shining.â
Unusually bright light leaked from Adelaideâs body. It was warm and soft. Bebe snuggled further into her arms.
âMom⊠Mom, donât go anywhere, okay?â
âYes, I wonât go. Iâll be next to Bebe like this. Thank you⊠I love you, my daughter.â
âYesâŠâ
The child fell asleep again, as if she was relieved to hear that her mom wasnât going. A crackling sound filled the room.