This time I didn't sleep. It only took us thirty minutes to get to my house, to get my passport. But it's 'easier said than done,' is what I heard someone say. I can't just barge into the apartment, take my passport and leave. I have to find a way to sneak in, without my grandma knowing.
We arrive at the apartment. It's weird to me that this tall building used to feel like home. I'm pretty sure that it never did. It feels too cozy to be called home. I type in the pass code for the apartment door and it opens. We get on the elevator and get off at the fifth floor. "Can you pick locks?" I ask her. "Yeah, but I don't steal stuff."
"Like I would believe that."
"You do."
She picks the lock like how the movies do it, with a hair pin. The door unlocks and we slowly creep in. I go to my room and take my bag with my passport in it. I check to see if my grandma is awake in her bedroom. I peek through the slightly open door. She's asleep. My heart feels heavy at that very moment and my breaths are short and sharp. I blink slowly, realizing that I'm tearing up.
How can I be so selfish? The only remains of her daughter, my mom, leaving her alone. She has always been alone, until I moved in. I don't know how I even got into this mess.
I close the door silently, and meet Kyla out the door. She doesn't ask if I'm okay, like people who go to funerals, treating the event like a party. Instead, she opens up her arms. I hesitate, but I didn't have a choice anyway.
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Cerita Pendek(my grade 8 english project, dont expect much) When your people pass away And everything fades, When you get tangled in a mess, Will you still keep up with this charade? - Fifteen year old, Lian Joulo moved to her grandma's apartment in Manila after...
