C51 Her Swollen Face

David’s P.O.V.

My motorbike could no longer be repaired, so I ended up selling it at a junk shop. I didn’t want to do that because it was a gift from my sister—Diane. The problem was that—Mom and big sis would only be worried if I would still bring home my motorcycle’s smashed parts. I wouldn’t want to see Mom faint with her high blood.

Both of them were overthinkers