Just because I could not find the right words to tell my mom when she exploded into sobs doesn’t make me apathetic, mind you. It just makes me as human, rattled and affected as she is.
Monday comes almost too soon, bringing with it its light, and the usual ray of hope a new week carries… but to me, it is way too bleak, and I am still stuck on Sunday. On my dad’s unexpected departure. On his text. And on all the events that followed.
It is safe to say that in the privacy of my room, it is easier to cry and just let go. I don’t dare to stop the flowing tears. I don’t leave my bed when the alarm goes off. I don’t do my morning routine. I just lay there, and consider for the umpteenth time this morning skipping school. The mere notion of skipping school sounds heavenly.
I won’t have to f
