Seeing Maureen, I walked directly, without glancing back, leaving the house in annoyance since I was supposed to have breakfast in the garden.
Upon spotting a taxi, I quickly hailed it, clutching my phone containing my ATM card, and directed the taxi driver to make a brief detour to the nearest ATM for cash.
I headed to the church, fervently praying and wrestling with the tears I had bottled up. Eventually, I let my emotions flow, relieved that only a handful of people were entering the church, sparing me the discomfort of shedding tears before the Lord.
By noon, I resolved to leave the church, lighting a candle at the side to pray for my parents before my departure.
Afterward, I made my way to the mall, where I enjoyed a meal and watched a movie. Around five in the afternoo
