It's Thursday morning. I couldn't sleep at all after he left last night. By 7am when Pao wakes up and barges into my room, I decided to leave my problem aside so I can focus with what I have now; spend quality time with my daughter. We cook breakfast and eat together, change our clothes then off we go to the school.
I know I shouldn't run from him but I can't. I can't see the lawyers. I'm not willing to handover the four days I have with my daughter to him. The best case would be for me to get the weekend, but I don't want just that. I want my four days. I want to have bedtime story with her every night, and see her face first thing in the morning. I want those.
That's why I hide at a cafe nearby the school. I'm so sleepy from the lack of sleep, at the same time my body hurts from sittin
