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Dearest shadow,



Am at home right now…and I don’t feel too good….alright..dont panic as yet…



You see, me and mom don’t really have a gd relationship…we are rarely on talking terms andd…yaa..so we had a baad fight that day…I wasn’t able to accept or give in to her demands…[sheesh..sounds like econs..] I mean, its kinda annoying when you want me to come home early…and when I do, I just end up doing hsewerk coz you are tired and teaching my brothers….it just drains my energy…and I don’t feel at home in my house anymore…its like some hotel…where I go to freshen up…and sleep..mind you, I don’t even eat at home…been like 3 weeks…



That day, I came home early…pissed by all her nagging…and once I reached, I turned on the water heater and went to the com to do PW…with the intention of blogging…me have this habit of signing on to the messenger and keep it running…I don’t really see who is there…and then she came to the balcony…tried to peep in…once she saw the messenger running in the background, she started nagging again….more like screaming lar…I got pissed…I just turned it all off….



Then, I went to take a bath….dont know why…I just broke down….spent like 40 mins in the shower crying….felt really horrible…then I heard her scolding me again…said that I contribute to the high water bill in the house…I dressed up…wiped my tears…my eyes were very red from all that crying and rubbing…



Called my dearest fren…couldn’t really talk…I ironed and talked for abt 2 mins…then after hearing the familiar soothing voice, I felt something within me lighten…



Went to bed right after that..around 10…I suppose my mom thought I was nuts…coz I usually sleep at like 1 at night…she came…



[turns lights on]

“why you sleep so early today???”

-silence-

“headache ar??”

“ya..”

“not eating is it?”

“No…”

“WHY???” [she nearly screamed at this point]

“not hungry.”



Then she left larr…i cried myself to sleep…she didn’t see me at all that day…I hid myself…live in my house like some kinda mystery person….



Oh well….there are good times…and there are bad times….its in the way we handle it I suppose…I don’t care how I handle it…and I don’t wanna be judged….



Alrighty then, I have done my narration….will get outta here

Dear, thank you for bein there that day…the care in your voice gave me so much comfort

bubbye