I had confirmed the Aiman facade project earlier today, while waiting for Sam to finish her cycling class. I felt rewarded, and lazy to continue working on projects. I sketched a chair in the dining hall instead, and washed the shadows with kopi using a spoon. Mom asked questions, the same ones usually, over and over. Sometimes, I answered and we would have a conversation. Other times I’d stay silent; unreplying until she changed her question or ignore me all together.
2 hours past, she didn't disown me.
no breakfast buffet, only set meals. I am still IF so none for me |
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