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i rack my brain, thinking of where my mom may have taken my sister. i could call child protective services, but i don't have any addresses and if they did find her she would be put into the foster care system.

they couldn't have gone far. i cant see them moving countries, my mom doesn't speak any other languages.

my best guess is that her parents stopped paying off the mortgage, so she sold the house and bought a shitty apartment. i hope she stops with the drugs, just because she's pregnant again.

i used to hope she would do too much and die from drug overdose.

i pull out my phone and open instagram.

i go to the search tab and type my mothers name in, expecting to find the sugar baby account i had discovered when i was twelve.

the sugar baby account is gone. it's replaced by a new account. i open the account and scroll through her nine posts, there are no lewd photos to be seen. the pictures on he feed are surprisingly wholesome.

there are a few pictures of yuki and a newborn. mom must have given birth a little while ago. it has almost been a year since she kicked me out. i feel pangs of jealousy seeing my younger sisters being loved.

"i found my moms instagram." inform akaashi.

"is it still the same one? or did she make a new account?" he asks.

"new account. it looks like she's decided to straighten up." i frown at my phone.

i scroll up to the most recent picture on her feed. there's a picture of a sign from a coffee shop. i recognize it. it's the coffee shop akaashi and i went to when he first came to visit me.

they still live in sendai.

"this bitch."

"[name]?"

"i know where she works."

i check the time on my phone. it's eleven am on a saturday. i could get there by twelve thirty. maybe i'll visit akaashi too. he ended up going to school in sendai while i ended up going to school in tokyo.

"i'm coming to sendai. i'll meet you at your university entrance at around three okay?" i inform him. i get up, grab my jacket, and leave the room.

"be careful, love."

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