Wednesday, 14 March 2018.
Manhattan Upper Eastside, New York City
Emilie is about getting ready with her white suitcase when her mom knocks on her bedroom door.
“Honey, breakfast is ready,” and this time, her mom opens her door quietly and asks, “Have you woken up yet? What are you up to?”
They exchange glance for a second. And before Emilie can say anything, her mom seems to be bewildering when she sees the view.
“Are you going somewhere, honey?” she asks curiously.
Emilie takes a deep breath again. She is literally not a good liar. But she can’t tell her mom about the real truth yet. And maybe she will never want to talk about it with anyone. Her problem is too embarrassing to be talk about anyway.
And then she just smiles bitterly to her and quickly says, “Yes, Mom. I’m planning
