After I went home that night and cried all the pain away, I promised myself that I will still be happy here in Xander. But for the days and weeks that passed, the life is slapping me that I could not. Each day that passed, he showed and gave me none but a cold shoulder. And in a snap, Xander felt like Agustine, a place I could never consider my real home. But, was it really the place? Or the persons?
I packed my things and prepared for the two weeks Christmas vacation. I decided to go home in Agustine even though my mom did not texted or called me back yet. Colder than the weather, yeah. If I need to kneel in front of her just for me to spend the holiday with my brother and her, I would. I also miss them, I also want to see my mom again and caress my grandmother’s tombstone.
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