76: Knock Knock, Who's There?

Camilla After my words, my mother gave me a cold face. It was like she wanted to throw something harsh, but she shook her head and took a deep breath. "I know you're trying to help, Camilla. But it's just so hard to let go of the anger. I feel like I need to hold onto it to protect myself from getting hurt again." She looked down at her hands, lost in her thoughts for a moment before continuing. "I appreciate your concern, Camilla. But I need time to process everything. I can't just turn off my emotions like a switch." "I completely understand, Mom. I'm not asking you to forget or ignore your feelings. It's perfectly normal to need time to process everything." I was trying my best to be composed. Actually, I knew this was not the hot-headed Camilla. "Camilla, don't stress things right now. Just let her be," my father told me. I turned to him. "What do you mean just let her be? Can't you see she's really angry? We're supposed to be trying our best to change her mind right now. I c