As I turned the corner, I heard Lindsay on the phone with her secretary. "Which gift did Santos pick out for his mother before? Yeah, wrap that up for me."

It turned out that when a person was cremated, the ashes were so small.

A little urn held all my memories of my mother.

I stared blankly at the urn in my hands. Was this really my mother, once connected to me by blood and flesh? How could it be so small and light? The doctor tried to comfort me, saying my mother had passed out completely before she died and didn't feel much pain. But it shouldn't have been like this.

I hugged the urn to my chest, and tears streamed down my face. "I'm sorry, Mom. It's my fault. I couldn't save you."

I went home and packed my things. I didn't touch anything Lindsay bought for me. I only took the beads I got for my mother when she first got sick.

It was the only thing that belonged to her.

I took the beads and went downstairs. The living room was brightly lit, and I could faintly hear the laughter of children. My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed downstairs. There I saw Nick's son jumping on the living room table. His eyes wandered to the urn. He reached out to open it.

"Don't touch it!" I rushed over and slapped his hand away.

The loud smack echoed in the living room. Kim's hand swelled immediately. He stood there stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and started crying loudly. Lindsay stood up and pushed me away. "What are you doing?"

I held the urn tightly and glared at Lindsay. "Who let you touch my things?"

Lindsay scoffed, "It's just a stupid box. What's the big deal if he touched it?"

Kim kept crying, demanding the urn. Lindsay reached out to grab it, but I held it tightly and finally couldn't help but push her hard.

"How dare you push me!" Lindsay gasped. I glared at her, my eyes filled with hatred. She seemed startled by the look in my eyes but quickly shouted, "It's just a box. I'll buy you another one if you want it so badly.

"You're fighting over something with a child."

I clung to the urn. It was my lifeline, the only thing I wanted to protect now.

Lindsay finally sensed a bit of unease seeing my crazed expression. She grabbed my hand tightly. "What are you doing? Look at yourself! Do you think you still look like a man? Are you fit to be my husband?"

I looked at her coldly. "Then let's get a divorce!"

Lindsay looked up at me sharply. "Are you crazy?"