I didn’t feel too well when I was walking from my place to Maya’s. I fell down on the mud. It wasn’t too bad, but I cried – for what I felt inside was more painful than the light scars and the dirts that decorated my body and face.
For some strange reason, I’ve been thinking of Mom more than before since last night. I believe she’s trying to tell me something as she’s my private guardian angel now, but I was being insensitive… She was the person who cared for me the most, and still she does now.