Nah, just me and my rumbling tummy, you know starvation begets hallucination, lol.
Yesterday I went as usual to spend my self-declared day off alone. Thing with time it passes like wind, I barely noticed I used up an hour and half reading backcovers at the National Bookstore. I was craving for some transfat and triglycerides, I maybe was too early there weren’t fries patrons here yet, the crew ordered me to wait for 5 minutes to have my fries done, so I went to sit and flip some pages of my ‘The Sushi Economy’. I had not finished a line yet when a girl few tables across me, as you can see, cried as if she was beaten to death, apparently the father got up to take an order and left the child with the older brother.
Sorry about this, but my wild imagination just flew here and there, omo! What if the fathers not coming back, just like the dramas and books that passed my mind, gosh! I maybe had too much, minutes later the father came back… Thank God, I’m settled. Just me and my paranoia of abandonment.