Caty
My mother is gone. And it's your fault, Lola. Every time I look at you, I see her, and then I see the empty space she left behind. How can you expect me to act like anything is normal, when nothing ever will be again?
About Caty
My mother is gone. And it's your fault, Lola. Every time I look at you, I see her, and then I see the empty space she left behind. How can you expect me to act like anything is normal, when nothing ever will be again?