I ARRIVED AT Daniel’s house instead of going home. The clouds were getting darker and maybe it would rain as the surroundings succumbed to evening. A lot of things were running inside my mind—swirling questions that only one person could ever answer.
Never did I imagine myself doing this. Right here, standing in front of my boyfriend’s house, it looked like a palace but situated in our city. The extravagance of the well-painted house that has gold carvings on its gates felt like a daydream that I wouldn’t ever be able to live as my reality in this lifetime. I don’t have issues with the rich, but I think it would be too complicated to associate myself with their kind of world—being someone who was not part of their social status. I have known Daniel since last summer, during a tree planti
