I put my pen
down and close the notebook in front of me which serves to be my diary where I
always write everything I have in mind. Including things I can’t tell to anyone
thus keeping it by myself.
I was about to
lie down my bed when I heard some kind of sniffing sounds. I followed the
sounds and tried to figure out where it came from. I got out of my room and
open the door adjacent to mine. I open the door carefully and there.
I saw a
thinning figure of a woman sitting at the end of her bed. Her head was bowed
down on her knees as her hands were covering her face with his back facing me
as she weep silently so no one could hear her agony.
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