I cried a lot after reaching the house yesterday. Parker promised he would get Cole to a better hospital, and Cole could return home once he got better.
This means I won't be able to speak to or see him ever again. I hope he doesn't hate me too much. I had no choice. I hope he understands me. Calling him an orphan was too cruel of me.
After crying for a long while, I fell asleep and woke up past midnight. I started reading by 2:00 a.m., and I've just finished. It's past 6:00 a.m.
I am sleepy and worn out. I don't have classes today, and I don't have the energy for extracurricular activities.
I just want to eat, sleep, and maybe read again.
Exams start in two weeks. I missed so many classes; I have a lot of reading to do.
"Are you still reading?" A knock came at the door, followed by a push; Nanny Samantha poked her head in.
"No, I just finished," I answered.
She smiled and walked in.
"How was it? Were you able to finish a page?"
A page? She's funny.
