A Perfect Family (III)
With the help of the little light coming from the slit of the blackout curtain, the child approached the bed carefully.
The room was in a mess. It was like a beast passed by in this room and wreak havoc. The child mentally noted to have the maids come here and clean the place up.
He arrived beside the bed and stared at the sleeping woman in the bed. Only when his mother was deep asleep could the child approach her closer like this.
His mother's hair was in disarray. Her face was pale, clearly anemic. Her brows were furrowed. Even she was sleeping, she was still troubled and having nightmares.
The beauty that this lady had in the past could not be seen in her fatigue face anymore.
The child slowly raised his hand and pushed the hair that blocked her mother's face. But in that process, his soft and small hand grazed his mother's cold skin.
It was then that he saw a purple mark on his mother's neck.