Yuri
Where are you?
Yuko looked at her phone in disgust seeing his name pop up. He was the last thing she wished to think of at this point in time- almost a week into her stay at her mother's, she was starting to notice things that she wish she didn't;
how many pills Yangucim took daily.. all different colors, shapes, and letter imprints on them.
How little she ate, due to not being able to cook or prepare a lot of food before losing track of what she was doing,
how little she actually recalls Yuko- with the only solid fact in her mind is that she was her daughter.
Yuko
you cheated on me, why would I still be a
"Honey, can you come help me with my insulin shot?" Yuko growled, and kept the message in her drafts before turning her phone off and getting up from the couch she was sleeping on to go to the kitchen.
It was just a bit away; the living room was to the left of the dining area. And back farther ahead there was a narrow hallway painted a pastel yellow where two rooms were placed to hold people who no longer lived in the house.
She still remembered it all so well, even if Yangucim didn't.