After a couple of months being married to El, I never heard about my parents. They did wrong to me; they were not perfect, and honestly, I was not a perfect child to them either, but I miss having breakfast or dinner with them, going out with my mom, and playing golf with my dad.
I was still locked in this big but suffocating room. Its color was still vibrant, while my life lost its color and joy.
The little plant that was accidentally rooted on the wall outside of the window grew a little more. The last time I checked it out, it had only 3 leaves and a sensitive bud, yet now it has grown up into a fine green plant with 7 leaves, not including the little bud on its tip.
I was quite jealous of that plant; it was growing while I was here, stuck and feeling worthless. I can't live a pro
