We Shall Heal

Tuesday March 7th.

I came home very late tonight. I missed dinner with ma, but she didn't say anything. I barely found her conscious even. She was fast asleep with the front door open. Does she not realize the danger? I feel so angry at her for not being like a normal mom and act all concerned and angry and ask me where I was. If she had I would have told her about the homeless lady at the subway. Today I brought her a sandwich I had made and we sat down for hers mostly watching, eating and nodding.

It felt weird not being in a rush as I used to be or detached from the world as I usually am now. There I was, with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, watching people rush around disorderly to and fro.

Why do you think they are in such a hurry?

Uh?

Them. Why are they in such a hurry?

They probably want to get to their homes and see their families.

What about that woman? Do you seriously think she has a family to rush to?

Well, I don't think we should judge a book by its cov....

Tell me the truth Ka-

It's Ai-

I don't want to know your name. I really just don't.

That was the end of the conversation, the end of her talking. She didn't answer any of my questions and we didn't go on talking about the woman with a phone glued to her ear. She was unsmiling and yelling at her phone. And she looked like she was probably a pain in the ass to get to know which made me wonder could anyone really tolerate her?

But here's to not judging a book by its cover.