When he got sick, I assumed that he would warm up to me and forget about our misunderstandings in the past. However, as soon as he got up from bed, he was back to being grumpy and always angry.

“How long are you going to be like this, Anna?” He asked when we have our dinner.

“Like what?” I played dumb and ignorant about his question.

“Like a parasite, or should I say, like a pest.” He said.

I nibbled my bottom lip to stop it from shaking. The last thing I wanted to hear from him were harsh words, and I blinked the tears which threatened to fall. “So,...