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Sunday has been t*****e. I feel dreadful. I’ve spent the day at home with nothing to do and the only people I’ve seen were my parents. Much as I love and trust Mum and Dad, I don’t want to be trapped in their company.
It’s not that I want to be anywhere else. The t*****e I feel at the predicament I’m in is compounded by seeing their pain. I know they are hurting because of me. I can almost taste their pain. Although they haven’t spoken a word about it, I can also see their disappointment.
I know they’ve loved bragging about my academic success. They’ve practically lived it with me. They’ve shared in my dream to become a doctor and wanted to know every step of what I’ve been doing so they can feel part of it. Their support and enthusiasm thrilled me.
I’m worried about what might
