"When times are tough, you need to remember one very important thing."
Father stroked my hair. He was in the middle of his 'lectures,' and I was the unfortunate student who happened to be bored at that instance.
"Never give up on yourself."
I woke up to my father's voice echoing in my ears. My heart spread warmth as if he was whispering it to me just now.
The white ceiling didn't feel promising at all. It was as if reminding me of what could have beens.
After the brief contemplation, I jumped out of bed, racing to the sink as my stomach suddenly protested so early in the morning.
The cold water steadily ran, slowly creating a mist that reflected on the mirror.
However, I puked nothing out. But the wretched feeling on my insides took its time to fade away.
I gargled water and brushed my teeth. It helped in making me feel better, but my appetite to eat breakfast wasn't there.
