Since mom's away from town, can't bear the feeling of me and dad cooped up in the house until the cows come home. The house used to be full of noises and thumping footsteps.
Maybe I do miss it. Or just unusual atmosphere.
We are reaching 2nd month now. Just me and dad, which is unusually first-timers.
This season I feel restless. Wish I could do something benefit other than reading. Two Bestsellers in a week sounds like a break-record to me, not to mention four, which is the max number of books you borrow from the library.
To top off, I still have a promise I haven't followed through.
