Sunday was our rest time. It's family time. It's time for us. It was happy time. Our Sunday has always been loud and fun but this day seems different.
I know that what happens yesterday scared them. It's like they were going back to what happens ot Heir life. It's like their wounds showered with vinegar and salt.
Ashwil prepared and cooked the breakfast.
He was busy and silently cooking while we were in the living room watching the movie but I think I was the only one who's watching it. I moved my eyes, and they looked away.
The headguards keep on staring at me like they scared to see me vanish.
"What are you staring at?" I asked, and chuckled. "I know I'm beautiful. I know that I'm more interesting than the artist-ouch." I groan when I felt the pillow on my face.
"Stop bullshi
