5.53pm 5 July 2006 Wednesday
The skies are dark and gloomy as can be. The mountains in our backyard are completely obscured by heavy rain clouds. Thunder gave a lazy yawn as lightning flashed warningly. The power went out for a second before coming back on again, but the momentary break from activity surprised me enough to start a crying fit. And as predicted, once I start, I was unstoppable. I cried as I rolled the trash can in. I howled as the wind beat against the skylight above the kitchen. I teared as I unloaded the dryer.
There'd be no one to bully for the next four weeks, no one to chauffeur me to and from school, no one to carry me from the sofa when I fall asleep in the living room... I miss my Mr. Post-it Notes. =(
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