I heard a knock and the door creaked open. I took a deep breath. Now, my mother would see the mess I had caused in my room.

My mother entered my room. She had taken her bath and wore her clothes. It was time for her to go to her workplace.

Her eyes roamed around my room, then flickered back to me.

"Ivy Young, can you tell me why your room is messy? Why are your clothes scattered all over the floor?" Mother questioned me.

I ran my hands through my hair, glancing around my room like I was innocent. Like, I didn't know how it happened or I didn't...