Then one day, my mom just opened the door and talked to me about why I was always using my phone.
May, are you okay? Your sister just told me you've been talking to yourself lately and laughing at your phone, but when she looked at your phone, Messenger was empty.
Mom, I have a chat on my Messenger. Look, this is Lucas. I know you're going to be mad because you don't want me to chat with strangers, but Mom, you're not going to be mad, are you?
Sweetie, it's okay. But honey, there's nothing on your phone but yourself on Messenger.
"LYou don't understand, Mom. I have him! Look, it's Lucas! I can even call him!
Shouting, "Lucas, answer me! Lucas! Lucaaas!"
Then I started crying.
Mom comforted me and said, "It was just your imagination, Sweetie. Please let him go."
But Mom, he was real! Are you calling me a psychopath?
Mom crying
No, Sweetie. Mom is not calling you that.
Then Mom called my dad, who had left us and gone to his second wife.
Calling
John, come home please. Your daughter needs you.
What happened?
Just come home. I will explain to you later.
I fell asleep in my mom's arms.