It's been a week since my mother's burial. The weight of her absence still felt as heavy as ever, and every corner of the house seemed to whisper her name. My brother and cousin were still on the run, and the uncertainty of their whereabouts added another layer of tension to our already shattered lives.
To make matters worse, Drew's health was deteriorating rapidly. He was in the hospital, undergoing regular chemotherapy sessions. Every visit to see him felt like a ticking clock, reminding me of the precious moments slipping away.
Today, as I walked through the school corridors, the usual chatter and laughter felt distant. I was lost in my thoughts when I found myself on the rooftop, seeking a moment of solitude. The cool breeze brushed against my face, a small comfort amidst the chaos.
