Under the Stars

Suhad

Mom was sitting at the edge of my bed while I was lying down. I wasn't feeling much chipper due to that particular incident that had taken place. It had been more than two weeks now and there wasn't any form of communication from my in-law's side. The feeling of anxiety that I had was inflating inside me and I was afraid it was going to burst into me having a nervous breakdown.

"Honey, you have to eat." Mom reminded.

This was one more problem. I didn't feel like eating or doing anything. Considering my condition, I should be eating a lot of healthy food but I didn't feel like it. I didn't like it that everyone was worried because of me. If only I could disappear or at least my problems could then everything would go back to normal. Or maybe this was what they called wishful thinking.

"I don't feel like doing anything mom," I told her again. "I wanna rest."