I woke up late today. That's why I haven't had a decent conversation with my parents and Brother Pascal after my suicidal attempt.
They also didn't wake me up like they always do. They probably think I still need to rest because of my wounds. So, here I am in our Garden, thinking about what will happen next.
Although I already heard my parents agree to it, I still want to hear it from the both of them. I still want to have a conversation with them and apologize for what I did. I know I have hurt them for what I did, and I want to apologize for that.
If I only had other choices, I wouldn't want to put them in that kind of pain. But that's the only way I think of to save the engagement of Csille.
I sigh and continue cutting the dried leaves out of the flowers. I am currently in the garden, trying to relax.
