It was the first day without him. The first day without any silver linings. Yvonne woke me up this morning saying we were again going to be late. I remembered laughing every single morning whenever we woke up late but things were different now, situations were different, times were different, I was different.
As I entered for my daily bath, I heard Yvonne going out of the room because our caretaker, Mrs. Johnson had called out to her. The moment I heard the closing, the shower started. As if it was a sign for me to do the needful, I just broke down.
Again.
I put my hands on my face, covering it as I sat down on the floor crying my heart out. It hurt so much and I hated the fact that I couldn’t do anything to reduce or make it more tolerable. It was just there, stuck to me like a leech a
