Dawn draws near

I didn't really sleep well, partly due to the reluctant wait for the next day. I slowly peeled myself away from the bed and took a shower a tad longer than the usual ones. I buttoned up my shirts in a daze and went on to brush my hair. Dragging each stroke slightly longer than the one before.

I store my toiletries neatly and smoothen my bed, unsure when I will be using them again.

Once downstairs with my luggages, everyone was glum and unwilling to break the silence. Even the dog shared the solemn moment. I almost thought I am attending a funeral.

At this pace, I realised my story above resembles a memoir of a prisoner sent to a death sentence.

Dad is taking me to Sushi Tae, a slightly more lavish than usual treat. I have always hated my last meal before I am being sent off. I have no idea what's the significance of it. I guess as parent, they just want to make sure that I have the best they can provide before sending me off.

I am a bird with it's wings clipped off.