The whole day I spent in my room just sleeping, in the afternoon mom and Aliya came to talk to me. I didn’t talk to them and told them that I was sleeping. I think they know something was wrong but I didn’t bother answering them.
I got out of my room at dinner time and went to kitchen directly. Dad and kaka were there talking while kaka was cooking.
“Is dinner ready?” I asked them rubbing my eyes. They looked at me and I think I look like a beggar. I’m wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants; I don’t have any energy to change or look good.
“What?” I asked when they stared at me.
“Are you okay Amy?” Dad asked moving in front of me. He kept his hand on my forehead and my neck to check if I have fever. I don’t know why but my eyes filled with tears looking at his concern.
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