I sighed, sipping into my coffee quietly while staring outside from a window of a cafe. I never spoke a word to my parents since this morning and I knew even if I tried, it might end up as another argument.
So it was better to avoid talking to them altogether, for now.
I rubbed my eyes, feeling a little sting there from all the crying I had done. Not to forget, I spent last night tossing and turning on the bed all night long in pain and heartache. I couldn't sleep a wink. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I end up curling into a ball, making myself as small as I can, and then crying in a fetal position.
I don't know if my family was aware of my night activity last night but if they did, they didn't come up to check on me and it was probably a good thing considering I am mad at every
