Love is a beautiful thing, my mother had always said, but everyone I've loved always hurt me in the end. I missed my mother.
I had no zeal to leave the bed today, but I knew that I couldn't stay locked in forever. Birds chirped, and I lay in bed listening to their beautiful melody. I wished I was a bird, maybe I would be free, or maybe I would have been a caged bird.
My stomach grumbled and I was reminded that I skipped all three meals yesterday. This vacation has already turned sour, I grimaced at the thought.
I freshened up and made my way to the kitchen. My lips were chapped, my eyes were swollen, and I knew I wasn't a pretty sight to behold.
"Honey, you look terrible," Emelda said as she caught sight of me. "Thanks, I thought I looked extraordinary" I joked with a dry laugh.
