While still sobbing and full of tears, I can still faint noises inside my head despite the fact that my friends are cinsect calling me by my name. I even heard Tita Eunice calling me but I sob louder, remembering what really happened seven years ago.
It was all fine in the afternoon when I wrote on my Diary while waiting for Mom to come home from her arts exhibit. I was waiting the whole day on the stair in front of the door. My diary has always been with me even before and it really helped me to get sane despite being alone during my childhood days.
I did not have any classes that day since it was Saturday but Madeline and Dad went to my the airport to meet Mom there. Our father did not allowed me to go with them but I did not make a fuss out of it because I was just excited for my my
