I woke up early the next morning, I had booked my flight for the next day and I hadn't even informed my parents about my decision of not attending my sister's wedding. The rest of the previous night had been filled with sounds of people carrying stuffs around or my aunties and mother gisting and talking in the veranda outside.
I still felt guilty that I had done a lot of terrible things for the past few days now and it felt like I was the worst child in the whole world. I was actually kinda tired and it felt like there was no way I could prove myself to anyone too.
I picked my stuffs from the wardrobe as I folded them neatly into the box I had brought when I was coming. I picked the shoes I had arranged in a side of the closet as I packed them in another bag. I was leaving today to Bimb
