Truth
My mother sent me a text asking to talk. I called her, nervous about what she might want. She told me she'd found my old diary from childhood. She said she didn't know about a lot of the things that happened. She said it was my fault, and I hung up angrily.
She told me she'd found my old diary from childhood. My mother sent me a text asking to talk. She said it was my fault, and I hung up angrily. I called her, nervous about what she might want. She said she didn't know about a lot of the things that happened.