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THE following days were significantly worse for me mentally and emotionally. Particularly whenever my mother talked about Lucas. That's why I always pray to God to protect Lucas at all cost. These last few days, I've also lost my appetite when eating. I tried to hide it from my mother, but one morning I was so startled by her voice that I almost fell from the chair. "I've been watching you from the veranda. You don't even taste your food. I thought you were very hungry earlier." She said to me that I didn't even notice her presence. "Mom, I guess I...I just...I'm not feeling well." I mumbled. "Oh, do you have a fever? Maybe you're just adjusting to the climate here, that's why you're not feeling well all of a sudden!" she added. "I think so, mom. Hmm...I should go back to my room. Jus