A week has passed, and I have no news about Mama and Ate. They have not contacted me after I left, and I am studying here. They are Auntie, Papa’s sister near my house.
My life was boring. I woke up in the morning. Do my routine and at ten in the morning, I will enter the campus. I will go home at three in the afternoon. Eat, do assignments and sleep, and repeat the same cycle for the next day.
My father did not let me have free time because just now his secretary called me, giving me some paperwork, and I am really tired, even though I am not doing anything that would consume my energy.
Anxiety is enough to make me tired for the whole day. Not a whole day passed without sadness and pain visiting me. I buried everything that happened in the Philippines.
I had no appetite to get up, exh
