Winds of Change
Now I know why my mother found it so difficult to explain on the phone and why I got sent home before my second class. It’s not something usually discussed, a taboo even, in our household.
I want to talk about it; but I can’t. I’m need to but I don’t know where to start.
The ending is certain though. There’s no other option.
I hope nothing changes.
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On a lighter note, I was squished beside another Lala and his girlfriend in the crowded train on my way home (Yes, the other Lala is a "he"). Every time the girl says "Lala", someone elbows me in the gut because each time I turn to the sound of my monicker, my bag hits the unfortunate person standing on my right.
I want to talk about it; but I can’t. I’m need to but I don’t know where to start.
The ending is certain though. There’s no other option.
I hope nothing changes.
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On a lighter note, I was squished beside another Lala and his girlfriend in the crowded train on my way home (Yes, the other Lala is a "he"). Every time the girl says "Lala", someone elbows me in the gut because each time I turn to the sound of my monicker, my bag hits the unfortunate person standing on my right.