Maria, who makes the breakfasts at the hostels kitchen gave me the most comforting hug I’ve had in a long time. I was quite surprised by her being so sad to see me leaving, I have to admit it was hard to say goodbye, maybe too hard for just a summer job.
Then I went to the new apartment for a nap but I ended up sending another silly meaningless text, so I went downtown for something to eat and cigarettes.
I went for a copy of the keys and ran out of money so I decided to have lunch at home, when I got here the kitchen was empty besides a half eaten can of tuna I had with hard as wood bread, but there was nobody in the house.
Then my mother called. I was devastated, why is it that I always take friends and family for granted. My great grandmother got into the ER last night while I was at work. I’m just too selfish to even bother paying a visit now, I know I should be with my grandfather now, but it’s just too painful to see someone die, at least at this time.
I know I should fill myself with positive thoughts, but I can’t help blaming me, for not paying a visit to her, considering how much she loves me. I wish she knew she’s always been an inspiration to me but that I was just too scared and embarrassed to tell her so and many other cheesy yet loving things I could have said on time.
Right now I wished I could go back to the hostel for another hug, but Maria only works until 11am.