52

It's early in the morning, and I can hear crickets chirping as I focus my gaze on the sky while I hold the myg in one hand and look at the clouds with the other. I traveled back to the countryside and am currently staying at my grandmother's home.

My wound is still hurting, and I have a dizzy feeling in my head. It's true that I find Navi frustrating, and I've recently lost the urge to talk to him even more, but that doesn't imply that I no longer want him in my life. I am aware that he was merely upset on that particular day, and he was unaware that I was present; yet, the situation is partially my responsibility because I became engaged in the altercation with the other man.

"Grandpa, you were up bright and early." My grandma was sitting next to me and had a pandesal and a cup of coffee in her hands. After I had finished eating, they brought the saucer to me. I decided to accept it and just bite the bullet; I didn't want to weep first thing in the morning, so I held back my emotions