After that confrontation with my brothers, I wiped my tears and made a great effort to stand up and made my way to my room. I really don’t have any energy left but I shouldn’t stay seated in that place, so even though my knees are still wobbling, and I am sobbing, I made my way to my room and locked myself in.
I was really breaking down inside the room and I was asking and thinking on the possibilities that if ever they knew that I really don’t have afternoon class and didn’t really skipped school, will they react little differently and they will be more calm towards that situation?
I was lying on my bed, all curled up, while hugging my panda plushies. The stuff toy was wet with my tears and I am crying so hard while my arms are around this non-living yet comforting piece of toy.
