3

The car slowly stopped at the door of Johnson's family villa. Uncle Williams carried my only suitcase and took me into this residence that I had not set foot in for six years. Inside the villa, my workaholic mother Cheryl Williams was sitting leisurely on the sofa on this Monday afternoon, reading magazines with my brother. This was not surprising, after all, he has always been her most beloved son.

After hearing the noise, the two of them raised their heads in tacit understanding, with identical smiles on their faces. After seeing me, they simultaneously stopped smiling. Cheryl Williams said calmly, "It's good to be back. Go and have a rest first. I'll take you to meet the Smith's family in the evening." I nodded indifferently, with a calm look in my eyes.

After entering the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, I opened my suitcase and changed the sheets and quilts inside onto the bed. Then, I took out a white shirt dress and stuffed it into the quilt. I crawled into the quilt, hugged the shirt dress, and stared blankly with my eyes open.