I am in my hotel room, a California King. Still manic and stone.
I had more to say. The translator did not save my spoken words. I am not supposed to air shit, but I do not give a damn. In November, we lost an uncle but after death, really our cousin. We, kids now over half a century, knew all the while.
My sister is devastated.
My devastation seeping over our Aunt passing ten days before. I clung onto her upon coming home. I clung for almost two years. One day, My Mother returned to resume her duty as a woman and wife.
More trauma to end the year. The last of them is NYE. The culprits have been outed. I feel much better.
Her mourning coffee 