Friday the 13th sure as hell sucks.
Mum left for the US yesterday. When we said goodbye, I felt like shit.
Tears welling up, crazy thoughts going through my mind.
Hwey had reminded me again that it was Friday the 13th in college. I said I knew. And she came to the implication that things can happen during a flight.
I got scared shitless.
Saying goodbye was even worse than I thought.
When we left her at my aunt's house, I was on the verge of breaking down. But it seemed so inconsequential to be crying over things like this. So I held it in. Well, we had to have faith that she was going to be alright.
I started crying at some point in the day when Hwey wasn't around me.
Then, a friend lost her mother that very same day.
