I woke up around four in the morning, waiting impatiently to go out for the run. I left a bit earlier than usual, and after I came back, I put on a warm jacket and went to the backyard to avoid waking mom up.
Quietly watching the sunrise and listening to the early chirping of birds, I curled up on the bean chair.
The flowers we planted haven't started to grow yet, but there were tiny heads giving hope.
"Hey." Jimmy's voice came up from behind me.
I faintly responded without looking at him.
"How are you doing?" He asks after clearing his throat—which I am sure it's nervousness.
I focus my gaze on the plants. I'm not angry at any one of them anymore; I'm just too weak to try.
“I think I'm okay."
"Can I join?" He asked, and I nodded.
He walked over and occupied the other wooden
