Is it normal to feel nothing? Is it normal to be numb for hours? Is it normal to shed tears for someone who is never returning?
"But sweetie, you cannot be in the cemetery every day for hours," Mother tries to reason with me. Yeah, she returned from abroad upon getting a call from my school.
What is their problem? If I don't pay attention in class, or am always in a state of shock, or I hate every kind of relationship, it's none of their business. Why can't I live my life my way? When will everyone stop controlling me?
I tighten my grip on the school bag placed on my thighs. With my gaze ahead of me on the road, I reply, "He's my best friend. You have no right to put a stop to that too, Mother."
She gives a snort of disapproval. My chest tightens as we enter my schools lane. I don't wa
