Phew…
The dust slapped me on my face. Four years was a long time, no doubts. I towed my bags to the corner of the apartment. I looked around each side of it and memories, bad memories returned to that part of my brain.
I played some slow music while I arranged, dust, and emptied all the trash. I felt tired, but I was able to still finish up everything.
I wanted to cook something but I was a bad cook.
Crap!
I was so weird and she cared for me like who knows?
I couldn't cry but I could feel pain. I could not prepare food though I find them very luscious. Everything was too big for me at the moment and I avoided thinking about it. It still slapped me in the face anyways. I was on a journey to discover who I was. I had so many questions and I was so unsure on how to get the answers. I paused, needing a moment. I couldn't imagine thinking about this in a while. A long while.
Who are you Malie?
