Warning!
This is a book for the open-minded only!
If you feel that you already know all about the mysteries of our existence, your view of life is set and you would like to keep it this way, then this book is not meant for you. Don't bother reading...
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Everything has three sides: the one that you see, the one that I see and the one neither of us sees.
- Unknown
When I woke up the next morning, I felt so... empty.
Of course, one might suspect that this had something to do with the drugs that I had taken the night before, but it was not the first time I experienced this strange void in my life on a Sunday or holiday.
During breakfast, I asked Sofi about it and she confirmed that she was suffering from the same symptom.
"Why do you think that is?" She wondered, placing some cheese on her buttered slice of bread.
"I don't know..." I trailed, dumping a spoonful of honey into my Ovaltine before stirring it.
I took a careful sip – the thing was still hot! – and savored the delicious, sweet taste with my eyes closed.
"Hmm!"
How could anyone possibly prefer a bitter drink like. . . coffee. . . to my nectar-like hot chocolate?
Sofi's quizzical look brought me back to our topic at hand.
"You know, maybe this happens because the Saturday evenings are so exciting and filled with action, therefore the calm Sundays seem very bland in comparison? Or maybe it's because the emotions get so agitated when we go out that they are literally empty or depleted the day after?"
"Maybe. . ." Sofi agreed, though not fully convinced. "But I sometimes also feel like this during our long summer break. Even when the sun is shining. . ."
"Are you finished? Do you need anything else?" Entering the kitchen swiftly, Mum interrupted our pensive conversation.
My parents and my sister had had their breakfast a while ago and Mum was already busy preparing the kitchen for lunch.
Having briefly glanced at me on her way to the stove, Mum did a double take and came to stand before me.
"Is everything ok?" She asked me, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes full of concern. "You seem a little depressed. . ."
Mum was just too observant sometimes!
Not wanting to worry her – after all, nothing was actually wrong with me – I forced a happy smile.
"I am fine, Mummy, really!" Realizing that Mum was not quite fooled, I tried another approach: "I guess I am just still a bit tired. . ."
"Tired?" Mum raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. "How can you still be tired? It's already 10:30 am, for God's sake!"
Annoyed, Mum pivoted on her heels and marched to the stove. Great, now she was in a bad mood! Well, it was not my fault that Mum had given birth to a daughter who dearly loved sleeping in! Unlike my parents, who were devoted early risers, for some completely inexplicable reason. Once again, the theory of me being an adopted child popped up in my mind. Not that I would ever truly consider it. . .
