JasmineJasmine got home late, around 11pm. The bus night ride was like yesterday, the day before that and the day before that, everyday since her mother died, she never entered the car, it reminded her of her mum the most, it was a birthday gift from her mum, even if it was a hand me down from her own father to her mother then to her. It still felt illegal to ride in it.It carried so much history and memories, like the stains of coffee from the first time she and her mum went to a burger hut. Or the shaky seat belt that made funny noises whenever she tried to use it, or how she and her mum would dance to the old cassette music from the late 90's. It was their own bonding time and she hated how much it hung around her even after her death. She was supposed to move on but no one is teaching her how to.She walked on the stairs slowly, her hair was in a messy bun not the kind that is intentional, her jeans seemed unwashed for months. Her top had stains; coffee stains not from yesterda
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