Odd
It's been 3 days since Mom and Dad went.As expected,I cried (wailed actually) just as soon as I got home.I managed to barely contain it when we send them off at the hotel,missed a few tears on the cheeks,deciding that it's better to do it in privacy. When Mia cried for Mom,it was tugging at the water dams. I suppose I was paranoid with their absence.I dreaded the day for months.And I dreaded the next 2 months also,imagining how weird it will be to have my routines scrambled to a more suitable schedule.It's already starting. Having Dibah at home comes as a nice help.At least the presence of another living being calms me down.It relaxes me to know that I still have someone to take care of.Don't ask. Muzakkir is still at home,he goes back to his hostel tomorrow.I can't say whether it's a plus or a minus having him here. He's not really helpful with anything,but,that's practically expectable from any teenager boys his age. *roll eyes* teenagers. I