IVOR
If there's one word to describe the weekend that just happened at home, it would be "surreal." I don't know if that word signifies something positive or not. For me, it was neither. There was something sad about a moment being surreal and at the same time, there was something hopeful about it. I don't understand which of those two was mine.
As we said goodbye to my parents for the amazing two days, Ivana shared a ride with us home. Dad said on the backseat of the car were paper bags of fruits and fresh hand-picked vegetables from the garden. Every visitor would always have those as a parting gift. A special privilege from the Lynch family.
"when are you coming back, Ivana? Isn't it your academic break yet?" – mom asked while she hugged her
"maybe next week, mom."
"good. You, Ivor?"
"I'll see, mom. You know how busy things are in the shop."
