Today is my mother’s birthday. She thought that there wouldn’t be any party for her. We are in an economic crisis and my father doesn’t bother to prepare anything for mom’s birthday.
Being a third party is something I’m not proud of. The anticipated hurt is greater than the possibility of being with him.
For a moment I let my guards down and let my self be distracted by a sudden rush of romance which only lasted for less than a week. I now refocus myself in reality.