Tuesday.
6:53 am.
It seems the lethargic paralysis I'm suffering from is gradually dissipating.
Well, I'm right. That sickness did cure itself... if one can call it a sickness in the first place, that is.
And then, my nose picks up something.
It's great-smelling coffee.
I head downstairs to find...
Dad and mom enjoying some gourmet coffee.
There are three cups – one for each of us.
I greet them good morning, and they greet me back.
Mom asks.
“So, you're feeling better now?”
“Sorta... But it's enough for me to get back to school.”
“OK. Better take a bath first, or this coffee we just bought from the newly-opened cafe down the street will get cold!”
“Sure!”
Without any hesitation, I take a bath, put on some new clothes, prepare my gear (including my homework), and then head to
