This time, I'd like to see what Tim could do on his own.
In the last few days of applications, I went back to my parents' home.
I had mixed feelings when I saw my parents with gray hair.
My mom asked me why I suddenly came back.
"I miss you." I hugged my mother from behind, afraid that she would see the tears in my eyes.
In my last life, after getting married, I rarely went back to my parents' home due to busy work.
After Tim moved in, I was even busier on weekends tutoring him.
Before I was pushed down the stairs, my mom even told me to come home for dinner, saying she wanted to cook me a big meal.
Unfortunately, before I could eat the meal, I was separated from my parents forever.
I couldn't imagine how heartbroken my parents would have been after hearing the news.
Looking back now, I was really unfilial.
"Honey, why haven't you come home yet?" My husband, Noah, called.
"I'm going to stay at my parents' for a few days."
"You're married. Why are you still staying at your parents' house? Don't you have a place to stay?" Noah scolded me.
I didn't realize he was so macho before.
I was a local resident and a postgrad.
Noah was from the countryside and only went to a community college.
At first, he pursued me crazily. I thought he was down-to-earth and hardworking, and he treated me well.
Although he was a bit poor, both of us had jobs. We didn’t need to worry about not earning money in the future.
My parents and friends were not optimistic about our relationship.
I married Noah in spite of the pressure from many people.
Looking back now, I must have been out of my mind.
"Sophia, today is the last day for the college application. Won't you come back and help Tim with some advice?" Noah softened his tone when he saw that I didn't speak.
It turned out that there was still a request for me.
"I told you that I didn't know about it. If you can't handle it, find an agency!" After I said that, I hung up the phone.
"How much money do we have to spend to find an agency? It's a waste of money." Noah continued to chatter on the other end of the phone.
I hung up directly.
To prevent him from harassing me again, I turned off my phone.
After the SAT, Tim had been addicted to his phone and hadn't even looked at any of the college applications.
In the last two days, it would be a miracle that he was able to apply successfully.
People who were not self-disciplined were reborn the same several times.