The first time I slept in a while. I woke up waiting for my dad to barge in the room and yell at us to hurry our asses up for breakfast. But he didn’t. I waited still, hugging my bolster pillow, until I finally realized that I’m already awake.
I wanted to go back to sleep. I want to stay there forever and I started crying again.
When I heard my brother crying again, I thought that I should stop and be strong. But it made me cry even more.
After a while, I stopped crying and thought that I should prepare and go.