One week has passed around since I moved to my new place. Quite hard because I wasn't used to being away from home. Now I have no choice but to take care of myself. Plus no one would be available anymore to take me to school as Dad was now overseas because of a promotion.
Eric, on the other hand, couldn't drive for me because he was studying in a different university taking up BS Architecture.
Fortunately, my mom stayed. A month ago, she taught me how to wash and iron my white uniform properly. Nana Berta, on the other hand, taught me how to cook rice and simple meals.
Honestly, my adulting 101 lesson was tougher than my bloody chess training months ago.
While still slightly drowsy, I got up, sat on the bed, and looked over to the other bed across from me. It was empty and neat. The
