My mom died.
I'm not sad. I expected it.
She was suffering. This was better for her.
It was a big funeral. Many people attended.
If it had been five months ago, there wouldn't have been so many.
But I've met so many people in the past.
Thanks to him.
People came from the company, from college, but the one who stayed with me most of the time was Michael.
He was in charge of the arrangements.
He did a lot of work on the funeral arrangements.
He attended a lot of them.
He mostly sat in the corner giving orders.
I told him it wasn't necessary and that I'd be back soon, but he said he wanted a reason not to go to work.
He even told the staff he was close to my mom.
Damn, that was funny.
I asked him about the hospital training. He said he'd take the shifts tonight.
Damn, he's good.
Does he really consider me his friend?
Anyway, his girlfriend came too.
And she saw the gangsters bowing to me and Michael.
She was surprised, but We convinced her they knew my mother.
I don't know how she believed that.
Anyway, those were long days.
Michael told me there was work tomorrow.
He's cooking now, and I'm writing in my journal.
Oh, I told him I'm writing in my journal.
He asked me why.
I told him it's to escape the madness.
Even if it's just one step away.
One step.