It’s been a month.
I reassure myself by trying *not to mention the word ‘pretending’* to be happy around my colleagues, though i don’t have that click with them. I laugh, i enjoy food, i pray.
Yes, i pray. I pray for us, i pray for a better us, i pray for everything.
Like when i faced my lunch today, i pray that you enjoy the same good, delicious food just like me.
Dear, Mr. Engineer.