The week seemed to be on slow motion. It felt like the weekend didn't want to arrive sooner.. Or maybe it was because deep down I was excited about it and I wanted to see Zeera.
When Friday arrived I told my mom I won't be coming back and she looked at me like I'm some teenage girl asking for permission to go get f****d.
"What?" I asked when she didn't say anything. She shrugged, "Who is she?"
"umh... Just someone I'm trying to know.."
"You're already visiting her with an overnight bag. You must know her very well."
I sighed, "Dear mother.. You've been pestering me to move on.. I'm trying to do that now, can you just be happy and let me be.."
She smiled, "I am actually happy.. Tell Sandy to bring an overnight bag also."
I scoffed, "I should have known that you were waiting for this
