Although I feel like wallowing in pain alone, I went to the Church with Mami. Since there were no more available space for the two of us, we knelt and prayed on separate pews. The elders I sat with did not even bother to remove their bags when my prayer is over. I felt unwelcome.
After that, I went to an empty house. There was a male friend (don’t know him) who really emphatizes with me. He was crooning a lonely song while throwing the flowers on the ground. His eyes mirror my sadness.