The rain keeps falling in the last few days...making the soil looks sad and the plants spoiled in desperation for the healthy sun...i was doing fine back then...taking things as sources of gratitude and contentment, even the small annoying things like the daily blackouts, mosquitoes, greedy stomach, and sleeplessness...Taking the long road to the net cafe and chatted with Servaas this afternoon and things seemed fine...then the phone call rapes my smile and steals my day; mom is not doing okay.
"please come home as soon as possible..."begs Renata, my elder sister on the phone when i tried to sound okay while i am not.
"Dear God, her birthday is this 17..."i cried in silence and screamed in closed tight lips..eyes closed in the frozen light.
Am doing fine. I will be okay...things will turn out well, better.
Need to go home now and pack up some clothes...take the 9 hour long bus home...and face the old places, beloved faces, and old undeniably unfavored recollections...
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