Chapter 154

Lucas' pov: I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say a word. My mom didn't comfort me and only continued to say coldly, "What's so great about this drawing? And your wooden carving? It's just a piece of broken wood. There's no value in it." I couldn't believe what she said. The mother that lived in my memories would never say things like this. All of a sudden, sadness welled up in my heart. I carefully put my painting and wood carving into the box and rushed out of her room with it. The more I thought about it, the more hurt I felt. I couldn't help but burst into tears. Owen said that she was still not acclimatized because she had just awakened. It was akin to the sadness I sometimes would feel, and the discomfort I felt when I got up in the morning after a long slumber. My mother was asleep for a long time, so she needed more time to recover. I knew that I had to be understanding of her. "She's just not