I was combing my hair while facing my vanity mirror. Last night, the talk I had with mom somehow helped me reflect on things that kept bugging me. Maybe, serving the pack will not be as bad as I viewed it to be. They say you can truly prove your strength when you can endure being around with people who caused you pain instead of running away from them. I guess I could halfway agree to it but not entirely as I believe it is still better to get away from toxic people…that’s the only way I could save myself.
I stared at the mirror once again, and when I felt satisfied with my look, I walked into my balcony. These days staying at home enabled me to appreciate nature more. The greenery on the horizon had helped me with my homesickness. I even think I would try painting as the canvas above is q
