― always be grateful for the kind of friendship I have
My parents have decided. Right after lunch, I changed clothes and prepared to leave the hospital. I wasn’t badly affected after fainting so there's really no need for me to stay. We were in the lobby of the presidential floor waiting for my dad to finish his discourse with my godfather in his office. The room was opposite Mr. Racini's and my mom kept her stern eyes on me when she learned to whom room it is because I kept on looking waiting for someone to come in or out of it.
I pressed my butt down the sofa and lowered my gaze to the floor. My mom scoffed. She didn't bother to take any of the seats and stood there with her arms crossed.
And finally, we're ready to go.
Dad is no longer with his wheelchair. Honestly, he's not brok
