Gianna's POV
It’s been a week since half of my world get buried and I’m still in too much pain and agony. Before, all I care is to go to school, enjoy my childhood, went shopping, travelling and getting spoiled with my parents. I thought life would be that easy but now, I wanted to run away from the truth that the past life I am used to no longer exist and will never exist, it will be only my escape from the painful present life I’m living when looking back how blessed I am before.
No perfect words can describe the emotions I’ve been hiding. Being broken is an underrated statement to answer everyone who keeps on checking on me. I’m physically alive but emotionally dying. The thing that keeps me going is my mother. For a week, I see no improvement of her situation. Her vital signs were
