Every day comes to an end nomatter how good or how bad it was, it ends and a new day is born but the unfortunate part is the cries and problems of yesterday are usually carried forward to the next day. I wake up believing that everything that happened last night was just a bad dream but when I turn around and find my mother sound asleep next to me, I'm reminded that everything that happened was not just a nightmare but a real one. I'm amazed that mother ended up sleeping in my room, I thought she would leave the moment I fall asleep or perhaps she dosed off without intending to.
I sit up on the bed, my knees raised high and my head buried in between them. Am I ready to face the world and go on with my life or do I hide in my room for sometime. I can't pretend that everything is alright o
