I look at the ceiling of my room and sigh. My mind couldn't help but think about what happened in the Holycross Hospital.
It's the first time Brother Pascal walk out on me like that. He usually attends to my whims and makes sure that I am okay. But this time, he really left even after I pleaded him to forgive me.
I must really hurt him. I know my parents are also hurting right now, and here I am, doing nothing to make them feel better.
"What should I do? I want to do something for them, but what can I do? What can I do to make them feel better? That they will appreciate."
I get up and look around me. Should I make them a letter? But isn't that too simple? I'm sure they will appreciate it more if I talk to them in person rather than the letter.
My gaze landed on the flowers in my room. Should I make them a bouquet? They still don't know what a bouquet is, so maybe they could appreciate it?
