The time says 10:49AM. I'm still waiting for Jay to come pick me. He said he'll be coming at 11:00AM, I'm expecting him any moment. I've packed my clothes and stuffs in my box and I'm in the sitting room just in case if he decides to come knocking or pressing on the door bell.
I don't want him to meet with Mom. Not yet. At least until I sort out the doubts in my heart. I didn't sleep well yesterday thinking about what Dad has told me about Jay's Mom being forcefully held in an elderly care home.
Dad has left for work earlier, he didn't say anything more about my relationship with Jay, but he told me to take care of myself and eat well.
"Sarah, why don't you take this with you." Mom comes towards the couch I'm seated, holding a big glass bottle of preserved Kimchi. "Keep it close and ref
