“I wish someone understands my problems,” I shouted.
Mom coaxed me to burst my feelings out. When I did, they became mist.
“Rain, rain, go away, Little Tia wants to play.” I cried and choked.
I take in a deep breath and exhale completely. Mom quickly removes the cap of the bronchodilator and pushes into my mouth.
This time, our eyes were the clouds shedding the rain.