“This is where you grew up. When I'm free, I like to return to my childhood home too,” said Genevieve with a smile. She placed her arm on Johanna's shoulders and shut the door.
Genevieve scanned her surrounding.
The house was neat and clean, and there was food on the dining table. It appeared that Johanna had been taking care of herself.
She dragged Johanna over to the couch and took out the food that she had bought for her. “I used to suffer from morning sickness when I was pregnant. Eat something and fill up your stomach. You'll feel better after this.”
Genevieve scooped some food with a spoon and brought it to her mouth. “Come, try some.”
Johanna shook her head and burst into tears.
“I don't know what I'm living for. I feel so terrible. None of them wants me. She says that I'm ruining my life. She says she should be able to lead her own life. Then, what am I to her?”
Johanna wept uncontrollably.
Genevieve put the food down and embraced her.
Johanna leaned against her shoulder and wailed like a baby.
“It was never my intention to ruin her life. All I want to do is call her Mom,” said Johanna between her sobs. “Why do they not want me?”
With her hand rubbing Johanna's back, Genevieve consoled her, “She isn't at fault. She has never experienced hardship in life and doesn't want to. All she wants is a life of wealth and comfort. She gave birth to you and educated you. But you don't have to be sad because she doesn't love you. If you bump into her, just say a word of thanks. That will be enough. You live your life for yourself and no one else. One day, you will meet someone who loves and cherishes you.”
Genevieve placed Johanna's hand on her tummy and continued, “See? He's someone who will love you dearly. He knows you are tired and has come to keep you accompanied.”
Johanna looked down at her belly and mumbled, “But my life is a mess.”
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