I can't help but stare at my mom who is driving like her soul depends on it, well…her soul depends on it. We are relocating for the seventh time this year and it has not yet been half of the year. 

This is my mom's story, she is paranoid that he will come again, he- my manic father. Well..the sperm donor is the reason for me not having a good childhood. I can't even know how many faces I've seen while growing up. 

My mom runs her fingers through her tangled hair tiredly. She has been driving non-stop for over 12 hours as she throws the empty can of coffee through the window. I pity her, she's running away again.

We enter the Timberland town - the town is far away from the city, mom leaves all her life in the city to stay in this local town. My mom is a nurse, and every time a sperm donor appears, my mom would relocate and get transferred from work.

She ignites the pickup vehicle as she sighs, resting her head on the steering, sighing then turns to me, giving me a gentle smile. What surprises me the most is that, no...