The dark sky turned bright, sunlight began to appear to warm the earth. The chirping of birds was greeted this morning, and many people passing by doing activities.Like a man standing in front of the mirror in his room, his eyes looking at himself from top to bottom. The bruises on his face look sad, the round glasses stuck to his eyes make him look like a coward.Yes, let's call him Charlie Andrew. He is a smart final student, but it seems his intelligence doesn't make everyone like him. Can't we force everyone to like us?Charlie was silent for a moment in front of the mirror, his hand stroking his bruised and red cheek. He could hear a sigh, now he was ready to go to campus."It's okay, I'm strong. I'll graduate soon, I just have to hold on a little longer," said Charlie calming himself, he smiled faintly even though he was forced to. After being satisfied staying silent in front of the mirror, Charlie finally chose to immediately go to campus."Mom! Where are you?" When he left

Charlie stared at the mound of dirt in front of him, which had Monica's name written on it. Sobbing accompanied Monica's departure, Charlie's relatives and neighbors also helped with the process of burying Monica's body. Maybe after this Charlie is alone, and everyone he loves will slowly leave. Charlie can only accept whatever is his destiny, after all, what can he do if God wills it? "You have to be patient, Charlie." One by one the people who were mourning left. Leaving Charlie, who is still faithfully sitting next to his mother's grave, and Stella, who is still beside Charlie."Let's just pray for Aunt Monica, Aunt Monica won't like seeing her child weak like this, Charlie," said Stella, patting Charlie's shoulders slowly.While Charlie was silent, the owner of the round glasses was still staring at his mother's grave with a blank gaze. Empty, that's what he felt. Letting go of someone who has always been there for him is not easy. Not far from Monica's burial location, someone

Charlie passed day after day, even though he had been away with his mother for half his life. But he still lives for himself, at least he can realize his mother's dream of wanting Charlie to be successful and have power so that no one will underestimate him anymore.It has been almost two months since Monica died, and now Charlie is much more able to accept his mother's departure. However, sometimes he still feels sad when he remembers that his mother has left him.As usual, before leaving for campus. Charlie stood in front of the mirror, to see her face. This time his face was almost clean from bruises because, in the last few days, he had not seen Dion and his friends. Charlie just prays, hopefully today he can also be free and not have anything to do with Dion and his friends."If miracles do exist, I feel like I want to be someone who has power. So that they all stop belittling and bothering me," said Charlie laughing lightly, because he had said something ridiculous."Huh... I do

Jonathan smiled, and he put his arm around Charlie's shoulders. He proudly said, "This is Charlie Andrew, my son."While Charlie could only smile slightly, he bowed his head. Afraid that the woman in front of him would not accept him into the family, what could Charlie expect?Laura looked at Charlie intently, with a look that seemed intimidating. But a moment later, she laughed lightly as she hugged Charlie. "Gosh, why the tense look on your face? Are you scared of me?" she asked with a sweet smile.Charlie looked up to see Laura, and he smiled forcibly. It didn't seem as bad as he imagined, seeing as the woman in front of him seemed nice to him."Introduce. I'm Laura. Your father's wife, and now I'm your mom too," she said, extending her hand.Charlie was speechless, swallowing his saliva. Not sure how to react—a replacement for his mom? Of course, he couldn't. In Charlie's heart, Monica remained the best mom of all time.Although surprised, Charlie shook Laura's hand politely and s