Today I got up at half past six.
I’m going to Sydney the next month. It is the traveling abroad after a year and half of separation. But I’m not excited. I feel I can’t be bothered to go abroad alone.
Yesterday I and my sister went to the facility where my mother stayed but we couldn’t see her. The staff ask us not to see her because our visit upset her. She wants to go home. But she doesn’t have home now. The facility is her home. We might be the devil for her.