Strings That Binds Us

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You've always wanted the things she has, now it's all yours, thief.

I feel so... empty and I don't know the reason why. Maybe because of that new dream or maybe not. I really don't know. I'm not sure.

"Indie."

My eyes went to Mom who called me.

"Your dad's asking you if you picked up the college reviewers to Drei," she paused from speaking when she stared at me too. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes Mom," I nodded. "And about the reviewers," I look to Dad. "I have not picked it up from Kuya Drei since I'm not seeing him at the university these days."

"I'll pick it up for you then," Dad replied.

"Are you sure, Dad? Won't it trouble you?" I asked since I'm aware that he's busy with his work at the firm. He even looked so tired whenever he gets home.

"It's no trouble if it's for you," he simply stated as he takes a sip from his cup of coffee.

I just smiled at them.

My parents weren't perfect, to be honest. Just like any other parents, they argue sometimes, they don't talk to each other after they fought, but at the end of the day, they find ways to compromise.

They were both understanding to me, so shall I to them.

"Mom," I called.

We were already walking outside the house, Dad went off first because he might get into traffic. Actually, he can go to work as early as possible, he just really want to be with us during breakfast and dinner.

Just a reminder that at the beginning and end of the day, we still see and spend our time together.

"Yes, Indie?" Mom asked.

I breathed wearily upon hearing my nickname. "Why did you call me Indie?" I gaped at her. "I mean, how did you come up with that nickname? Of all nicknames?"

My mom looks weirded out from my question. I was also weirded out, but I just had to ask.

"Just a random question though," I shrugged because she's not answering, just plain looking at me.

"You hated Ingrid," my Mom simply replied.

"Is that all?"

"Have you forgotten about it?" Mom hesitated. "You could've had an older sister but I had a miscarriage," she began. "Her name is Indie. You hated your name so I gave hers, to you."

The same reason why she is always at home. Taking care of the house, me, and Dad instead of working too. How could I forget about that?

But why am I feeling this way? Why do I feellike the dream I had today was about me?